So he journeyed onward, heedless of his going. To him came Jock Gordon, skipping like a wild goat down the Bennan side. "Hey, mon, d'ye want to drive intil Loch Ken? Ye wad mak' braw ged-bait. Haud up the hill, breest to the brae." Through his trouble Ralph heard and instinctively obeyed.
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