He reached home in safety, found the door as he had left it, and ascended to his bed, triumphant in his fiddle.
In the morning bloody prints were discovered on the stair, and traced to the door of his room.

Miss Lammie entered in some alarm, and found him fast asleep on his bed, still dressed, with a brown-paper parcel in his arms, and one of his feet evidently enough the source of the frightful stain.

She was too kind to wake him, and inquiry was postponed till they met at breakfast, to which he descended bare-footed, save for a handkerchief on the injured foot.
'Robert, my lad,' said Mr.Lammie, kindly, 'hoo cam ye by that bluidy fut ?' Robert began the story, and, guided by a few questions from his host, at length told the tale of the violin from beginning to end, omitting only his adventure in the factory.

Many a guffaw from Mr.Lammie greeted its progress, and Miss Lammie laughed till the tears rolled unheeded down her cheeks, especially when Shargar, emboldened by the admiration Robert had awakened, imparted his private share in the comedy, namely, the entombment of Boston in a fifth-fold state; for the Lammies were none of the unco guid to be censorious upon such exploits.

The whole business advanced the boys in favour at Bodyfauld; and the entreaties of Robert that nothing, should reach his grandmother's ears were entirely unnecessary.
After breakfast Miss Lammie dressed the wounded foot.