So sombre was the evening that Dickson did not notice a figure in the shadow of the roadside pines till it whistled shrilly on its fingers.

He cried on Alexis to stop, and, this being accomplished with some suddenness, fell off at Dougal's feet.
"What's the news ?" he demanded.
Dougal glanced at Alexis and seemed to approve his looks.
"Napoleon has just reported that three boatloads, making either twenty-three or twenty-four men--they were gey ill to count--has landed at Garplefit and is makin' their way to the auld Tower.

The tinklers warned Dobson and soon it'll be a' bye wi' Heritage." "The Princess is not there ?" was Dickson's anxious inquiry.
"Na, na.

Heritage is there his lone.

They were for joinin' him, but I wouldn't let them.