Two days before he had seen what he thought to be signs of red-coated soldiers in the glen far below.

But he must walk--he must exercise his body, note old things, not give too much time to new perceptions! He breathed the keen, sweet mountain air; with a knife that he had he fell to making a staff from a young oak; he watched the pass below and the shadows of the clouds; he climbed fairly to the mountain-top and had a great view; he sang an old song, not aloud, but under his breath; and at last he must come back with solitude to his fastness.

And here was brooding thought again! Two more days passed.

The man from the hut below in the pass came at dusk with food carefully sent from the chieftain's hall.

Redcoats had gone indeed through the glen, but they could never find the path to this place! They might return or they might not; they were like the devil who rose by your side when you were most peaceful! Angus went down the mountain-side.