Have you spotted the cave?
It's the best bedroom in Skye.' His tone was, as usual, rather acid.
That little hammer was beating in my head.

I longed to get my hands on his throat and choke the smug treason in him.

But I kept my mind fixed on one purpose--to persuade him that I shared his secret and was on his side.

His off-hand self-possession seemed only the clever screen of the surprised conspirator who was hunting for a plan.
We entered the cave, and he flung his pack into a corner.

'Last time I was here,' he said, 'I covered the floor with heather.