'That Jamie Macdonald! He'll have us all murdered with his tricks!'
It was a story that would be turned to poetry and retold round the fires.
They stowed the animals high in the secret places of the corries on the Black Hill so that they would never be found by a stranger to the glen.
As Conn returned to his home he saw the familiar figure of his cousin, and his heart jumped painfully. Jamie had come to take a dram of whisky with Conn's father and celebrate their success.