I suppose I shall have to leave you at Oban.' 'Too bad,' he said sympathetically.

'Well, they tell me there's some pretty sights round Oban.' And he thumbed the guide-book and began to read about Glencoe.
I said that was not my purpose, and pitched him a yarn about Prince Charlie and how my mother's great-grandfather had played some kind of part in that show.

I told him I wanted to see the place where the Prince landed and where he left for France.

'So far as I can make out that won't take me into the passport country, but I'll have to do a bit of footslogging.

Well, I'm used to padding the hoof.