She came wi' a man they call Sir Erchibald and three gamekeepers wi' guns.

I stoppit their cawr up the road and tell't them the lie o' the land.

Yon Sir Erchibald has poor notions o' strawtegy.

He was for bangin' into the auld Tower straight away and shootin' Dobson if he tried to stop them.

'Havers,' say I, 'let them break their teeth on the Tower, thinkin' the leddy's inside, and that'll give us time, for Heritage is no' the lad to surrender in a hurry.'" "Where are they now ?" "In the Hoose o' Dalquharter, and a sore job I had gettin' them in.
We've shifted our base again, without the enemy suspectin'." "Any word of the police ?" "The polis!" and Dougal spat cynically.