CHAPTER VIII.
HOW A MIDDLE-AGED CRUSADER ACCEPTED A CHALLENGE The first cocks had just begun to crow and clocks had not yet struck five when Dickson presented himself at Mrs.Morran's back door.

That active woman had already been half an hour out of bed, and was drinking her morning cup of tea in the kitchen.

She received him with cordiality, nay, with relief.
"Eh, sir, but I'm glad to see ye back.

Guid kens what's gaun on at the Hoose thae days.

Mr.Heritage left here yestreen, creepin' round by dyke-sides and berry-busses like a wheasel.