She seemed to delight in the bitter freshness of the dawn, inhaling deep breaths of it, and humming fragments of a tune.
Guided by Thomas Yownie they took the road which Dickson and Heritage had travelled the first evening, through the shrubberies on the north side of the House and the side avenue beyond which the ground fell to the Laver glen.

On their right the House rose like a dark cloud, but Dickson had lost his terror of it.

There were three angry men inside it, he remembered: long let them stay there.

He marvelled at his mood, and also rejoiced, for his worst fear had always been that he might prove a coward.

Now he was puzzled to think how he could ever be frightened again, for his one object was to succeed, and in that absorption fear seemed to him merely a waste of time.