And after that, Mr Brand ?' 'Back to Glasgow to do some work for the cause,' I said lightly.
'Just so,' he said with a grin.

'It's a great life if you don't weaken.' We steamed out of the bay next morning at dawn, and about nine o'clock I got on shore at a little place called Lochaline.

My kit was all on my person, and my waterproof's pockets were stuffed with chocolates and biscuits I had bought in Oban.

The captain was discouraging.

'Ye'll get your bellyful o' Hieland hills, Mr Brand, afore ye win round the loch head.