CHAPTER XVII: THE ESPIED SPY.
What, the rude ranger?
and spied spy ?--hands off-- You are for no such rustics.
BEN JONSON'S TALE OF ROBIN HOOD When Quentin sallied from the convent, he could mark the precipitate retreat of the Bohemian, whose dark figure was seen in the far moonlight flying with the speed of a flogged hound quite through the street of the little village, and across the level meadow that lay beyond.
"My friend runs fast," said Quentin to himself, "but he must run faster yet, to escape the fleetest foot that ever pressed the heather of Glen Houlakin!" Being fortunately without his cloak and armour, the Scottish mountaineer was at liberty to put forth a speed which was unrivalled in his own glens, and which, notwithstanding the rate at which the Bohemian ran, was likely soon to bring his pursuer up with him.

This was not, however, Quentin's object, for he considered it more essential to watch Hayraddin's motions, than to interrupt them.

He was the rather led to this by the steadiness with which the Bohemian directed his course, and which, continuing even after the impulse of the violent expulsion had subsided, seemed to indicate that his career had some more certain goal for its object than could have suggested itself to a person unexpectedly turned out of good quarters when midnight was approaching, to seek a new place of repose.

He never even looked behind him, and consequently Durward was enabled to follow him unobserved.

At length, the Bohemian having traversed the meadow and attained the side of a little stream, the banks of which were clothed with alders and willows, Quentin observed that he stood still, and blew a low note on his horn, which was answered by a whistle at some little distance.
"This is a rendezvous," thought Quentin, "but how shall I come near enough to overhear the import of what passes?
The sound of my steps, and the rustling of the boughs through which I must force my passage, will betray me, unless I am cautious--I will stalk them, by Saint Andrew, as if they were Glen Isla deer--they shall learn that I have not conned woodcraft for naught.