He did not add that he had been throwing stones at the sheep, not perceiving any one in charge of them.

So, one fine morning in December, having nothing particular to attend to, Angus shouldered his double-barrelled gun, and set out for a walk over Glashgar, in the hope of coming upon the savage that terrified the children.

He must be off.

That was settled.

Where Angus was in authority, the outlandish was not to be suffered.