I'm ashamed of this, mind ye-- I'm admitting it.
So, next day, at piece time, I didn't join the crowd that went to the auld cabin.

Instead I did without my bread and cheese and my cold tea-- and, man, I'm tellin' ye it means a lot for Harry to forego his victuals!--and went quickly along to the face where Jock was working.
It happened that he was at work there alone that day, so I was able to make my plans against his coming back, and be sure it wouldna be spoiled.

I had a mask and an old white sheet.

On the mask I'd painted eyes with phosphorus, and I put it on, and draped the sheet over my shoulders.

When Jock came along I rose up, slowly, and made some very dreadful noises, that micht well ha' frightened a man as brave even as Jock was always saying to us he was! Ye should ha' seen him run along that stoop! He didna wait a second; he never touched me, or tried to.