With gathering courage, he felt his way to the kitchen, and there groped about; but he could find nothing beyond a few quarters of oat-cake, which, with a mug of water, he proceeded to carry up to Shargar in the garret.
When he reached the kitchen door, he was struck with amazement and for a moment with fresh fear.

A light was shining into the transe from the stair which went up at right angles from the end of it.

He knew it could not be grannie, and he heard Betty snoring in her own den, which opened from the kitchen.

He thought it must be Shargar who had grown impatient; but how he had got hold of a light he could not think.

As soon as he turned the corner, however, the doubt was changed into mystery.