“I’ll get ye into the Sanctuary, never fear,” said Wattie grimly, “There’s no a navvy ever whelpit wad keep you and me out. But when we’re there, God help us, for we’ll hae Macnicol to face. And if Providence is mercifu’ and we get a beast, we’ve the navvies to get it through, and that’s about the end o’t. Ye canna mak yoursel’ inconspicuous when ye’re pu’in at a muckle stag.”
“True,” said Lamancha, “and that’s just where Mr Palliser-Yeates comes in...John, my lad, your job is to be waiting on the Doran side of the Beallach, and if you see Wattie and me with a beast, to draw off the navvies in that quarter. You had better move west towards Haripol, for there’s better cover on that side. D’you think you can do it? You used to have a pretty gift of speed, and you’ve always had an uncommon e
