Bide quiet there and ye'll see some queer things ere nicht.

C'way, Davie." The two set off at a good pace down the stream, while Dickson's pulsing heart returned to its normal rhythm.

As the sound of their feet died away Wee Jaikie crawled out from cover, dry-eyed now and very business-like.

He slit the last thongs, and Dickson fell limply on his face.
"Losh, laddie, I'm awful stiff," he groaned.

"Now, listen.