Wee Davie gave a cry of alarm, but there was no danger now, for Mrs.Mitchell was off after Turkey.

In a moment, Kirsty lowered the barrel on its side, and we all crept out.

I had wee Davie on my back instantly, while Kirsty caught up Allister, and we were off for the manse.

As soon as we were out of the yard, however, we met Turkey, breathless.

He had given Mrs.Mitchell the slip, and left her searching the barn for him.