"We're half-way over, and there's water down there." "It's water ye'd be thinkin' on, is it ?" he snarled, "and you a-leadin' a buddie to his death!" "I fear you have done some great sin, Tommy," she said, with a reproving shake of the head, "or else you would not be so afraid of death." She sighed and picked up her end of the canoe.

"Well, I suppose it is natural.

You do not know how to die--" "No more do I want to die," he broke in fiercely.
"But there come times for all men to die,--times when to die is the only thing to do.

Perhaps this is such a time." Tommy slid carefully over a glistening ledge and dropped his height to a broad foothold.

"It's a' vera guid," he grinned up; "but dinna ye think a've suffeecient discreemeenation to judge for mysel'?
Why should I no sing my ain sang ?" "Because you do not know how.