As we got in, Chisholm came up to us.
"You'd better have a word or two with our men along the road, Mr.Hugh," said he.

"There's not many between here and the part you're going to, but you'd do no harm to give them an idea of what it is you're after, and tell them to keep their eyes open--and their ears, for that matter." "Aye, we'll do that, Chisholm," I answered.

"And do you keep eyes and ears open here in Berwick! I'll give ten pounds, and cash in his hand, to the first man that gives me news; and you can let that be known as much as you like, and at once--whether Andrew Dunlop thinks it's throwing money away or not!" And then we were off; and maybe that he might draw me away from over much apprehension, Mr.Smeaton began to ask me about the road which Maisie would take to get to the Heseltons' farm--the road which we, of course, were taking ourselves.

And I explained to him that it was just the ordinary high-road that ran between Berwick and Kelso that Maisie would follow, until she came to Cornhill, where she would turn south by way of Mindrum Mill, where--if that fact had anything to do with her disappearance--she would come into a wildish stretch of country at the northern edge of the Cheviots.
"There'll be places--villages and the like--all along, I expect ?" he asked.
"It's a lonely road, Mr.Smeaton," I answered.

"I know it well--what places there are, are more off than on it, but there's no stretch of it that's out of what you might term human reach.