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now as they were then ; but when he took the 

 water, he made a stroke or two, and then dived 

 back and just kept his nose out of water Hke a hurt 

 wild duck. The Guns all crossed the water again, 

 thinking to catch him as he made for Rogart, and 

 spread out across the way to Strathfleet, and thought 

 they had him sure, Weel, when he raised his head 

 out of the water and had marked them down well, 

 he slipped down again and swam like an otter up to 

 where the big boat-house is, and up along thae 

 sandy bits by the loch-side where we killed sae 

 mony sarpents last year, keeping well under the 

 wood ; and when he put his feet on the heather he 

 never stinted or stayed till he got to Clebric, where 

 there was a cave he knew well among the craigs 

 by Cairn Vaduc. Well, the Guns they swat, and 

 the Guns they swore, and were wud for his heart's 

 bluid, but they could get no guess of him, and all 

 the while he kept the hill, and saw them plowthering 

 about in the moss-hags as if they had been looking 

 for a wounded stag ; when they came too near he 

 just slipped into his hole like a brock, and waited 

 till they were gone. Weel, they went on like this 

 till most of the Guns were tired of looking, and 

 thought that Chisholm had slipped back to Rogart 

 by Stra-na-shalg ; till one day two men on the brow 

 yonder, which we cannot see, de'il tak' the mist ! 

 saw a man standing on the gray craigs above Loch 

 Furon and jaloused it was Chisholm ; so they stepped 

 back and stalked him like a stag. They had no 



