But the next day he and Black Alan went to Black Hill.

Here he saw Mr.Touris alone.

That gentleman sat with a shrunken and shriveled look.
"Eh, Glenfernie! I am glad to see that you are yourself again! Well, my sister's son has broken prison." "Yes, one prison." "God knows they were all mad! But I could not wish to see him in my dreams, hanging dark from the King's gallows!" "From the King's gallows and for old, mad, Stewart hopes?
I find," said Glenfernie, "that I do not wish that, either.

He would have gone for the lesser thing--and the long true, right vengeance been delayed!" "What is that ?" asked Mr.Touris, dully.
"His wrong shall be ever in his mind, and I the painter's brush to paint it there! Give me, O God, the power of genius!" "Are you going to follow him and kill him ?" "I am going to follow him.

At first I thought that I would kill him.
But my mind is changing as to that." Mr.Touris sighed heavily.