I believe there's time enough, for I don't see the brig arriving in broad daylight." "D'you not ?" Dickson asked rudely.

"Have you considered what day this is?
It's the Sabbath, the best of days for an ill deed.

There's no kirk hereaways, and everybody in the parish will be sitting indoors by the fire." He looked at his watch.

"In half an hour it'll be light.
Haste you, Mem, and get ready.

Dougal, what's the weather ?" The Chieftain swung open the door, and sniffed the air.