'
'And where are we going, Evan, if I may be so bold as to ask?' said
Waverley.
'Where would you be ganging, but to the Laird's ain house of
Glennaquoich? Ye would not think to be in his country, without ganging to
see him? It would be as much as a man's life's worth.'
'And are we far from Glennaquoich?'
'But five bits of miles; and Vich Ian Vohr will meet us.'
In about half an hour they reached the upper end of the lake, where,
after landing Waverley, the two Highanders drew the boat into a little
creek among thick flags and reeds, where it lay perfectly concealed. The
oars they put in another place of concealment, both for the use of Donald
Bean Lean probably, when his occasions should next bring him to that
place.
The travellers followed for some time a delightful opening into the
hills, down which a little brook found its way to the lake. When they had
pursued their walk a short distance, Waverley renewed his questions about
their host of the cavern.
'Does he always reside in that cave?'
'Out, no! it's past the skill of man to tell where he's to be found at a'
times; there's not a dern nook, or cove, or corrie, in the whole country
that he's not acquainted with.
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