upon the pine-needles.

"It's almost solemn; isn't it?" said Jean to Alan in a hushed
voice. "I was never so far in the woods before."

"I wonder which side of the burn the boys went. If we should
take the wrong side, we might not find them," said Alan.

"Let's whistle," said Jean. She puckered her lips and gave the
pewit call, but there was no answer.

"Perhaps they didn't hear it because the burn makes such a noise.
It keeps growing louder and louder," said Alan.

Whistling and listening for an answer at every few steps, they
climbed over rocks and fallen trees, keeping as close as possible
to the stream, until suddenly they found themselves gazing up at
a beautiful waterfall which came gushing from a pile of giant
rocks reaching up among the topmost boughs of the pines.

"Oh, it's bonny! but how shall we get up?" cried Jean.

"We must just find a way," said Alan.

"It's a grand place for robbers and
poachers," said Jean, looking fearsomely at the cliffs stretching
far above them. "Angus Niel says the forests are full of them."

"I'd as soon meet a poacher as Angus Niel himself," said Alan,
laughing, "but I'm not afraid as long as you're with me. It's