And, though I say it that shouldn't, he's a dashed good boy.' I had my promised bottle of port, and after dinner I took on the father at billiards.

Then we settled in the smoking-room, and I laid myself out to entertain the pair.

The result was that they would have me stay a week, but I spoke of the shortness of my leave, and said I must get on to the railway and then back to Fort William for my luggage.
So I spent that night between clean sheets, and ate a Christian breakfast, and was given my host's car to set me a bit on the road.

I dismissed it after half a dozen miles, and, following the map, struck over the hills to the west.

About midday I topped a ridge, and beheld the Sound of Sleat shining beneath me.