"You should keep the dry hillside.

It is safer." "Oh, I am not afraid," said the girl, laughing.
"But then I might want to fish down, and the trout are very shy there," said he, lying generously.
"Well, I won't then, but please tell me where Glenavelin is, for the stream-side is my only direction." "You are staying there ?" he asked with a pleased face.

"We shall meet again, for I shall be over to-morrow.

That fence on the hillside is their march, and if you follow it you will come to the footbridge on the Avelin.

Many thanks for taking Jock's place and helping me." He watched her for a second as she lightly jumped the burn and climbed the peaty slope.