"We must wait till she comes out," said Turkey. "We must be able to
say we saw her."
There was a great stone standing out of the ground not far from the
door, just opposite the elder-tree, and the path lay between them.
"You get behind that tree--no, you are the smaller object--you get
behind that stone, and I'll get behind the tree," said Turkey; "and
when the Kelpie comes out, you make a noise like a beast, and rush at
her on all-fours."
"I'm good at a pig, Turkey," I said. "Will a pig do?"
"Yes, well enough."
"But what if she should know me, and catch me, Turkey?"
"She will start away from you to my side; I shall rush out like a mad
dog, and then she'll run for it."
We waited a long time--a very long time, it seemed to me. It was well
it was summer. We talked a little across, and that helped to beguile
the weary time; but at last I said in a whisper:
"Let's go home, Turkey, and lock the doors, and keep her out."
"You go home then, Ranald, and I'll wait. I don't mind if it be till
to-morrow morning. It is not enough to be sure ourselves; we must be
able to make other people sure."
"I'll wait as long as you do, Turkey; only I'm very sleepy, and she
might come out when I was asleep."
"Oh, I shall keep you awake!" replied Turkey; and we settled down
again for a while.
At the long last the latch of the door was lifted.
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