Do you know where they are nesting this year ?" "Eh ?" cried the fisherman, turning sharply, with a look of interest in his handsome old face.

"Well, not for certain, Mark, but I've seen them several times lately--mischievous, murderous wretches.

They kill a great many lambs.

They're somewhere below, near the High Cliffs.

I shouldn't at all wonder, if you got below there and hid among the bushes, you'd see where they came.