He saw that it was Glenfernie.

No one followed him.

He came on alone.
Rullock put by his pistols and, moving to a chair of rock, sat there.
The other's great frame rose level with him, stepped upon the rocky floor.

Ian had been growing to feel an anger at solitude.

When he saw Alexander he had not been able to check an inner movement of welcome.
He felt an old--he even felt a new--affection for the being upon whom, certainly, he had leaned.