tried to stop her," cried the boy piteously. "She
wouldna stay. Is she trooned?"

"Trooned! nay, not she," cried Tavish exultantly. "Look at her een.
She chust gave ane wee bit blinkie. Bide a wee, laddie, and she'll be
upon her legs again."

They watched and waited in a state of the greatest excitement, all but
Scoodrach, who, after giving himself a shake like a water-dog, and
wringing his kilt in front and behind, began to whistle in the most
indifferent manner, and ended by walking coolly away, to the
astonishment of all.

But they were too busy with Kenneth to pay any heed to the young
gillie's eccentricities, no one heeding his disappearance, as the
half-drowned boy's hands were chafed, and Tavish gently lowered his head
till he could lay it on a tuft of heath.

There had been a quiver or two of the eyelids, as Tavish had said, and
from time to time there was a faint fluttering of the pulses, but after
these manifestations the poor fellow seemed to relapse, and Long Shon,
who had been fidgeting and muttering against the forester's treatment,
impatiently dashed his bonnet on the ground.

"Ye're a' wrang, Tavvy!" he exclaimed,--"ye're a' wrang! Lat me tak'
haud o' the laddie's heels, and let her hing doon my back wi' her heid
close to the groon'."

"Hwhat for?" cried Tavish.

"Hwhat for?" cried Long Shon contemptuously. "Canna ye see that the
puir bairn's fu' o' watter. Lat's turn her up, man, an' lat a' t'
watter rin oot o' her mooth. Here, stan' aside."

"Gin ye touch the laddie, Long Shon, I'll gie ye a ding atween the een
as shall mak' ye see stars for a month. D'ye think I dinna ken that it
would kill the bairn at ance?"

"Na!" growled Long Shon; "I've seen 'em do it wi' the trooned men after
a wrack."

"Ay, and I've seen 'em dee wi' doing that same, Long Shon. D'ye think I
dinna ken what I'm aboot?"

"Ay," cried Long Shon stoutly, as Tavish kept on pressing Kenneth's ribs
with mighty force and letting them go.

"Ye're glad enow to come and lat me doctor ye, though, man. Hing the
puir laddie by his heels to lat the watter oot! Maun, ane wad think ye
were aboot to haunle a stag, and cut her up to send to toon. Hah! see
him the noo! see him the noo! Kenneth laddie--Kenneth, my bonnie
chiel'! Light o' my een, my bonnie young Chief! Hech! Hech! Hech for
ta Mackhai! Look at her the noo!"

Tavish had sprung up, uttering a wild yell, leaping off the ground, and
waving his bonnet in