"'Deed an' that's true," observed Sandy, helping himself from the trencher which stood in the centre of the table.  "It's a peety young Red Squirrel isna' here; he would ha' been a grand help if Maister Hugh's missin'.  But I'm thinkin' he's no far off, sir.  He'll have shot some beast likely, and be trying to trail it hame; it wud be a shame to him to hae lost his way!  I canna believe that o' Maister Hugh."