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Chapter 14

           

           Thenhestoodupintheboatandaddressedmealongwhile,speakingfastandwithmanywavingsofhishand.ItoldhimIhadnoGaelic;andatthishebecameveryangry,andIbegantosuspecthethoughthewastalkingEnglish.Listeningveryclose,Icaughttheword“whateffer”severaltimes;butalltherestwasGaelicandmighthavebeenGreekandHebrewforme.

           “Whatever,”saidI,toshowhimIhadcaughtaword.

           “Yes,yesyes,yes,”sayshe,andthenhelookedattheothermen,asmuchastosay,“ItoldyouIspokeEnglish,”andbeganagainashardaseverintheGaelic.

           ThistimeIpickedoutanotherword,“tide.”ThenIhadaflashofhope.IrememberedhewasalwayswavinghishandtowardsthemainlandoftheRoss.

           “Doyoumeanwhenthetideisout?”Icried,andcouldnotfinish.

           “Yes,yes,”saidhe.“Tide.”

           AtthatIturnedtailupontheirboat(wheremyadviserhadoncemorebeguntotee-heewithlaughter),leapedbackthewayIhadcome,fromonestonetoanother,andsetoffrunningacrosstheisleasIhadneverrunbefore.InabouthalfanhourIcameoutupontheshoresofthecreek;and,sureenough,itwasshrunkintoalittletrickleofwater,throughwhichIdashed,notabovemyknees,andlandedwithashoutonthemainisland.

           Asea-bredboywouldnothavestayedadayonEarraid;whichisonlywhattheycallatidalislet,andexceptinthebottomoftheneaps,canbeenteredandlefttwiceineverytwenty-fourhours,eitherdry-shod,oratthemostbywading

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