He must go to Donal.

The sight of him would help him to bear his hunger.
The first indication Donal had of his proximity was the rush of Hornie past him in flight out of the corn.

Gibbie was pursuing her with stones for lack of a stick.

Thoroughly ashamed of himself, Donal threw his book from him, and ran to meet Gibbie.
"Ye maunna fling stanes, cratur," he said.

"Haith! it's no for me to fin' fau't, though," he added, "sittin' readin' buiks like a gowk 'at I am, an' lattin' the beasts rin wull amo' the corn, 'at's weel peyed to haud them oot o' 't! I'm clean affrontit wi' mysel', cratur." Gibbie's response was to set off at full speed for the place where Donal had been sitting.