“Where on earth have you been all day, Archie?” Lamancha asked sternly.
“I walked over to Glenraden and stayed to luncheon. They’re all hot on your side there—Bandicott too. There’s a general feelin’ that young Claybody wants takin’ down a peg.”
“Much good that will do us. John and Wattie and I have been crawling all day round the Haripol marches. It’s pretty clear what they’ll do—you think so, Wattie?”
“Alan Macnicol is not altogether a fule. Aye, I ken fine what they’ll dae.”
“Clear the beasts off the ground?” Archie suggested.
“No,” said Lamancha. “Move them into the Sanctuary, and the Sanctuary is in the very heart of the forest—between Sgurr Mor and Sgurr Dearg at the head of the Reascuill. It won’t take many men to watch it. And the mischief is that Haripol is the one forest whe
