Ian Rullock would one day give him satisfaction, but certainly not now.

Vast affairs might not be daffed aside for the laird of Glenfernie's convenience! Ian stood staring out of window at those huddled roofs, the challenge still in his hand.

Then, slowly, he tore the paper to pieces and committed it to the brazier where was already consumed Black Hill's communication.
That evening he supped with Warburton, and the next morning saw him and Donal riding forth from Paris, by St.-Denis, on toward Dunkirk.
From this place, four days later, sailed the brig _Cock of the North_, destination the Beauly Firth.

Dr.Robert Bonshaw and his man experienced, despite the prediction of the Frenchman of quality, a rough and long voyage.

But the _Cock of the North_ weathered tumultuous sea and wind and came, in the northern spring, to anchor in a great picture of firth and green shore and dark, piled mountains.
Dr.Robert Bonshaw and his man, going ashore and into Inverness, found hospitality there in the house of a certain merchant.