The men waved their bonnets. Christina responded with her handkerchief. The men disappeared from their perch, and were with the ladies before they reached the ridge. There was no embarrassment on either side, though a few cheeks were rosier than usual. To the chief, Mercy was far beyond his memory of her. Not her face only, but her every movement bore witness to a deeper pleasure, a greater freedom in life than before. "Why were you in such a dangerous place?" asked Christina. "We were looking out for you," answered Alister. "From there we could see you the moment you came out." "Why didn't you come and meet us then?" "Because we wanted to watch you coming." "Spies!--I hope, Mercy, we were behaving ourselves properly! I had no idea we were watched!" "We thought you had quarrelled; neither said a word to the other." Mercy looked up; Christina looked down. "Could you hear us at that height?" asked Mercy. "How could we when there was not a word to hear!" "How did you know we were silent?" "We might have known by the way you walked," replied Alister. "But if you had spoken we should have heard, for sound travels far among the mountains!" "Then I think it was a shame!" said Christina. "How could you tell that we might not object to your hearing us?" "We never thought of that!" said Alister. "I am very sorry. We shall certainly not be guilty again!" "What men you are for taking everything in downright earnest!" cried Christina; "--as if we could have anything to say we should wish YOU not to hear?" She pat a little emphasis on the YOU, hut not much. Alister heard it as if Mercy had said it, and smiled a pleased smile. "It will be a glad day for the world," he said, "when secrecy is over, and every man may speak out the thing that is in him, without danger of offence!" In her turn, Christina heard the words as if spoken with reference to Ian though not by him, and took them to hint at the difficulty of saying what was in his heart. She had such an idea of her superiority because of her father's wealth and fancied position, that she at once concluded Ian dreaded rejection with scorn, for it was not even as if he were the chief. However poor, Alister was at least the head of a family, and might set SIR before, and BARONET after his name--not that her father would think that much of a dignity!--but no younger son of whatever rank, would be good enough for her in her father's eyes! At the same time she had a choice as well as her father, and he should find she too had a will of her own! "But was it not a dangerous place to be in?" she said.