"Let it come. We don"t mind, do we?"
Max"s lips moved, but he said nothing.
"I don"t care, then," said Scood, pushing off his shoes, and then setting to work to rid himself of his coa.r.s.e grey socks, as if he were skinning his lower extremities, after which he grumpily began to load his shoes as if they were mortars, by ramming a rolled-up-ball-like sock in each.
"n.o.body wants you to care, Rufus," cried Kenneth.
"My fathers were once chiefs like yours," continued Scood, amusing himself by sopping up the water and squeezing the sponge with his toes.
"Get out! Old Coolin c.u.mstie never had a castle. He only lived in a bothy."
"And she can tie like a mans. It"s a coot death to trown."
Scood was getting excited, and when in that state his dialect became broader.
"Only you"ll get precious wet, Scoodie," cried Kenneth mockingly.
"Never mind; I shall swim home, and I"ll look out for you when you"re washed ash.o.r.e, and well hang you up to dry."
"Nay, I shall hae to hang you oop," cried Scood. "D"ye mind! Look at the watter coming in!"
"Then sop the watter up," cried Kenneth mockingly, as a few gallons began to swirl about in the boat.
"Is--is it much farther?"
"No, not much. Can you see the North Pole yet, Scood?"
Max looked bewildered.
"No, she can"t see no North Poles," muttered Scood, as he diligently dried the boat.
"Never mind; I can steer home without," laughed Kenneth. "There we are.
You can see Dunroe now."
They were just rounding a great grey bluff of rock, and he pointed to the old castle, as it stood up, ruddy and warm, lit by the western glow.
"I--I can"t see it. Is it amongst those trees?"
"No, no. That"s Dunroe--the castle."
"Oh!" said Max; and he sat there in silence, gazing at the old ruin, as they rapidly drew nearer, Kenneth, after giving Scood a laughing look, steering so as to keep the boat direct for the ancient stronghold, with its open windows, crumbling battlements and yawning gateway, which acted as a screen to the comfortable modern residence behind.
The visitor"s heart sank at the forbidding aspect of the place. He was faint for want of food, weary and low-spirited from the frights he had had, and, in place of finding his destination some handsome mansion where there would be a warm welcome, it seemed to him that he had come to a savage dungeon-like place, on the very extreme of the earth, where all looked desolate and forlorn among the ruins, and the sea was beating at the foot of the rocks on which they stood.
In an ordinary way Kenneth would have run the skiff past the castle and round behind into the little land-locked bay, where his visitor could have stepped ash.o.r.e in still water. But, as he afterwards told Scood, there would have been no fun in that. So he steered in among the rocks where the castle front faced the sea, and, after the sail had been lowered, he manipulated the boat till they were rising and falling in the uneasy tide, close alongside of a bundled-together heap of huge granite rocks, where he leapt ash.o.r.e.
"Now then!" he cried; "give me your hand." It was a simple thing to do, that leaping on to the rock. All that was necessary was to jump out as the wave receded and left a great flat stone bare; but Max Blande look the wrong time, and stepped, as the wave returned, knee-deep among the slippery golden fucus, and, but for Kenneth"s hand, he would have slipped and gone headlong into the deep water at the side.
There was a drag, a scramble, and, with his arm feeling as if it had been jerked out of the socket, Max stood dripping on the dry rocks beneath the castle, and Kenneth shouted to Scood,--
"Get your father to help you bring in those things, and make her fast, Scood."
"Ou ay," was the reply; and Kenneth led the way toward the yawning old gateway.
"Come along," he said. "It"s only salt water, and will not give you cold. This is where the fellows used to come to attack the castle, and get knocked on the head. Nice old place, isn"t it?"
"Yes, very," said Max breathlessly, as he clambered the difficult ascent his companion had chosen.
"See that owl fly out? Look! there goes a heron across there--there over the sea. Oh, you haven"t got your seaside eyes yet."
"No; I couldn"t see it. But do you live here?"
"To be sure we do, along with the jackdaws and ghosts."
"Ghosts?"
"Oh yes, we"ve three ghosts here. One lives in the old turret chamber; one in the south dungeon; and one in the guardroom over the south gate.
This is the north gateway."
Max shivered from cold and excitement, and then shrank close to his companion, for the dogs suddenly charged into the place, the hollow walls of the gloomy quadrangle echoing their baying, as all three, according to their means of speed, made at the stranger.
"Down, Bruce! Dirk, be off! You, Sneeshing, I"ll pitch you out of that window! It"s all right, Mr Blande; they won"t hurt you."
Max did not seem rea.s.sured, even though the barking dwindled into low growls, and then into a series of snufflings, as the dogs followed behind, sniffing at the visitor"s heels.
"Do you really live here?" said Max, glancing up at the roofless buildings.
"Live here? of course," replied Kenneth; "but we don"t eat and sleep in this part. We do that sort of thing out here."
As he spoke, he led his companion through the farther gateway, along the groined crypt-like connecting pa.s.sage, and at once into the handsome hall of the modern part, where a feeling of warmth and comfort seemed to strike upon Max Blande, as his eyes caught the trophies of arms and the chase, ranged between the stained gla.s.s windows, and his wet feet pressed the rugs and skins laid about the polished floor.
Kenneth noted the change, and, feeling as if it were time to do something to make his guest welcome, he said,--
"We won"t go in yet. Your wet feet won"t hurt, and the dinner-gong won"t go for an hour yet. I"ll take you round the place, and up in the old tower. Can you climb?"
"Climb? Oh no. Not trees."
"I meant the old staircase. "Tisn"t very dangerous. But never mind now. We"ll go to-morrow. Come along."
Max thought it was to his room. But nothing was farther from Kenneth"s thoughts, as he started off at a sharp walk about the precincts of the old place, talking rapidly the while.
"Why, the sea"s all round us!" exclaimed Max, after they had been walking, or rather climbing and descending the rocky paths of the promontory on which the castle was built.
"To be sure it is, now. When the tide"s down you can hop across the rocks there to the mainland. You don"t live in a place like this?"
"We live in Russell Square, my father and I."
"That"s in London, isn"t it? I"ve never been to town, and I don"t want to go."
"But isn"t this very inconvenient? You are so far from the rail."