But it was different in the morn! 0h, aye--as it sae oftwelve is! We wokewi' the sun streamin' in our window. Mac leaned on his hand andsniffed, and glanced at me.
"Man, Harry," exclaimed he, "d'ye smell what I smell?"
And I sniffed too. Some pleasant odor came stealing up the stairs fraethe kitchen. I leaped up.
"'Tis hare, Mac!" I cried. "Up wi' ye! Wad ye be late for thebreakfast that came nigh to getting us shot?"
CHAPTER VIII