'Lads,' he cried, 'there's spoor here;' and then after some nosing, 'it's a man's track, going downward, a big man with flat feet.

It's fresh, too, for it crosses the damp bit of gravel, and the water has scarcely filled the holes yet.' We did not dare to question Archie's woodcraft, but it puzzled us who the stranger could be.

In summer weather you might find a party of picnickers here, attracted by the fine hard sands at the burn mouth.
But at this time of night and season of the year there was no call for any one to be trespassing on our preserves.

No fishermen came this way, the lobster-pots being all to the east, and the stark headland of the Red Neb made the road to them by the water's edge difficult.

The tan-work lads used to come now and then for a swim, but you would not find a tan-work lad bathing on a chill April night.