"Probably it's owing to ignorance.

You'll be able, a little later on, to give him valuable tips.

He's a good fellow, and only wants experience in Scotland to get along all right." "Yes.

But I don't like it, my boy, I don't like it! It isn't playing a fair game," declared the rigid old gentleman, coloring resentfully.

"I'm not going to return the invitation and ask that sharper, Cadby, to my house--and I tell you that plainly." Next day I shot with the Carmichaels of Crossburn, and about four o'clock, after a good day, took leave of the party in the Black Glen, and started off alone to walk home, a distance of about six miles.