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Updated: June 8, 2025
You know the waterfall at the head of Raven's Nook? Well, I have long wanted to take that, so I went up with father and Mr Mabberly. We found the captain and McGregor sitting there smoking their pipes, and when I was arranging the camera, the captain said to me " "No, Maister Archie," interrupted the skipper; "I did not say anything to Shames. You should be more parteekler.
An irrepressible shriek burst from Aggy Anderson, for the boat lay over so much that the hissing water rippled almost into her, and seemed about to swallow them up. "Tak anither haul o' the sheet, Maister Mabberly," cried Ian.
It was finally arranged, before breakfast was over, that MacRummle was to go off alone to his usual and favourite burn; that Jackman and Quin, under the guidance of Junkie, should try the river for salmon and sea-trout; that Barret, with ex-Skipper McPherson, Shames McGregor, Robin Tips, Eddie Gordon, the laird's second son a boy of twelve and Ivor, the keeper whose recoveries were as rapid as his relapses were sudden should all go off in the boat to try the sea-fishing; and that Bob Mabberly, with Archie, should go photographing up one of the most picturesque of the glens, conducted by the laird himself.
"My dear fellow," cried Mabberly, laughing, "excuse me, don't imagine me indifferent to the sufferings of the poor old thing; but do you really suppose that one who was tough enough, after such a collision, to sit up at all, with or without the support of the railings, and give way to indignant abuse "
"Won't bear us all, I fear," said Mabberly; "but thank God that we have it. Put the boy on." In order to do this, Barret had to get upon the raft, and he found that it bore him easily as well as the boy. "Have you seen Jackman?" asked Mabberly. "Yes," replied Barret, rising and looking round. "Here he comes, towing Quin, I think, who seems to be stunned. Hallo! This way hi! Giles!"
"Hoots! havers!" exclaimed Ian, pouring out some of the liquid; "ye're jokin'." "In truth we are not, then," said Mabberly; "for we are all total abstainers." "Nonsense!" exclaimed Ian, who could not understand the principles or feelings of men who, after a long exhausting swim in their clothes, were capable of refusing whisky!
But Giles suddenly ceased to swim, turned over on his back, and lay as if dead. "Rescue, Bob, rescue!" shouted Barret, plunging into the water. Mabberly followed, and soon had hold of Giles and his man by the hair. "All right!" said Jackman, turning round; "I was only taking a rest. No one lost, I hope?" "No; all safe, so far." "You can tow him in now.
"Oo, ay; it iss a wee rough," assented Ian, who now took the helm; "but we wull soon rin ower. Haud you the main sheet, Mr Mabberly, an' pe ready to let co when I tell ye. It iss a wee thing squally." It was indeed a little more than a "wee thing squally," for just then a vivid flash of lightning was seen to glitter among the distant crags of the Eagle Cliff.
Another biscuit, Barret." "Instance something, Giles," said Mabberly, "and pass the butter. I hate to hear sweeping assertions of an indefinite nature, which no one can either corroborate or confute." "Well, there is the matter of lowering boats into the water from a ship's davits.
Now, it was a telegram from Bob Mabberly which led John Barret to suddenly undertake a sixty miles' ride that day, and which was thus the indirect cause of the little old lady being run down. The telegram ran as follows: "Come instanter. As you are. Clothes unimportant. Yacht engaged. Crew also. Sail, without fail, Thursday. Plenty more to say when we meet."
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