CHAPTEE V. 



A RIDE TO THE GREAT LOCH. 



morning was bright and pleasant. But, by 

 ten o'clock, the air became close and sultry, great 

 heavy clouds rolled slowly gathering from the south 

 and hung about the hills, and the slight breeze died 

 away. We were in for a storm ; no doubt of it. 

 However, any weather should do for putting tackle 

 in order ; so when breakfast was over, we soon had 

 the large table littered from end to end with casts, 

 flies, thread, and cobbler's wax. 



By-and-by it became too dark for operations ; a 

 flash of lightning, followed by the rumbling of 

 distant thunder, told what was coming. Nearer and 

 nearer sounded heaven's artillery, and the storm was 

 upon us, bursting overhead with torrents of rain. 



" Fred, are you frightened at thunder ? " I asked. 



" Not the least." 



