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I had been in London with twenty restaurants open to me, I should as likely as not have gone off my feed. That was the cussedness of my stomach. I had still a little chocolate left, and I ate the fishermanā€™s buttered scones for luncheon, but long before the evening my thoughts were dwelling on my empty interior.

I put up that night in a shepherdā€™s cottage miles from anywhere. The man was called Macmorran, and he had come from Galloway when sheep were booming. He was a very good imitation of a savage, a little fellow with red hair and red eyes, who might have been a Pict. He lived with a daughter who had once been in service in Glasgow, a fat young woman with a face entirely covered with freckles and a pout of habitual discontent. No wonder, for that cottage was a pretty mean place. It was so thick with peat-reek that throat and eyes were always smarting. It was badly built, and must have leaked like a sieve in a storm. The father was a surly fellow, whose conversation was one long growl at the world, the high prices, the difficulty of moving his sheep, the meanness of his master, and the godforsaken character of Skye. ā€œHereā€™s me no seen bakerā€™s bread for a month, and no company but a wheen ignorant Hielanders that yatter Gawlic. I wish I was back in the Glenkens. And Iā€™d gang the morn if I could get paid what Iā€™m awed.ā€

However, he gave me supperā ā€”a braxy ham and oatcake, and I bought the remnants off him for use next day. I did not trust his blankets, so I slept the night by the fire in the ruins of an armchair, and woke at dawn with a foul taste in my mouth. A dip in the burn refreshed me, and after a bowl of porridge I took the road again. For I was anxious to get to some hilltop that looked over to Ranna.

Before midday I was close under the eastern side of the Coolin, on a road which was more a rockery than a path. Presently I saw a big house ahead of me that looked like an inn, so I gave it a miss and struck the highway that led to it a little farther north. Then I bore off to the east, and was just beginning to climb a hill which I judged stood between me and the sea, when I heard wheels on the road and looked back.

It was a farmerā€™s gig carrying one man. I was about half a mile off, and something in the cut of his jib seemed familiar. I got my glasses on him and made out a short, stout figure clad in a mackintosh, with a woollen comforter round its throat. As I watched, it made a movement as if to rub its nose on its sleeve. That was the pet trick of one man I knew. Inconspicuously I slipped through the long heather so as to reach the road ahead of the gig. When I rose like a wraith from the wayside the horse started, but not the driver.

ā€œSo yeā€™re there,ā€ said Amosā€™s voice. ā€œIā€™ve news for ye. The Tobermory will be in Ranna by now. She passed Broadford two hours syne. When I saw her I yoked this beast and came up on the chance of foregathering with ye.ā€

ā€œHow on earth did you know I would be here?ā€ I asked in some surprise.

ā€œOh, I saw the way your mind was workinā€™ from your telegram. And says I to myselā€™ā ā€”that man Brand, says I, is not the chiel to be easy stoppit. But I was feared ye might be a day late, so I came up the road to hold the fort. Man, Iā€™m glad to see ye. Yeā€™re younger and soopler than me, and yon Gressonā€™s a stirrinā€™ lad.ā€

ā€œThereā€™s one thing youā€™ve got to do for me,ā€ I said. ā€œI canā€™t go into inns and shops, but I canā€™t do without food. I see from the map thereā€™s a town about six miles on. Go there and buy me anything thatā€™s tinnedā ā€”biscuits and tongue and sardines, and a couple of bottles of whisky if you can get them. This may be a long job, so buy plenty.ā€

ā€œWhaurā€™ll I put them?ā€ was his only question.

We fixed on a cache, a hundred yards from the highway in a place where two ridges of hill enclosed the view so that only a short bit of road was visible.

ā€œIā€™ll get back to the Kyle,ā€ he told me, ā€œand aā€™body there kens Andra Amos, if ye should find a way of sendinā€™ a message or cominā€™ yourself. Oh, and Iā€™ve got a word to ye from a lady that we ken of. She says, the sooner yeā€™re back in Vawnity Fair the better sheā€™ll be pleased, always provided yeā€™ve got over the Hill Difficulty.ā€

A smile screwed up his old face and he waved his whip in farewell. I interpreted Maryā€™s message as an incitement to speed, but I could not make the pace. That was Gressonā€™s business. I think I was a little nettled, till I cheered myself by another interpretation. She might be anxious for my safety, she might want to see me again, anyhow the mere sending of the message showed I was not forgotten. I was in a pleasant muse as I breasted the hill, keeping discreetly in the cover of the many gullies. At the top I looked down on Ranna and the sea.

There lay the Tobermory busy unloading. It would be some time, no doubt, before Gresson could leave. There was no rowboat in the channel yet, and I might have to wait hours. I settled myself snugly between two rocks, where I could not be seen, and where I had a clear view of the sea and shore. But presently I found that I wanted some long heather to make a couch, and I emerged to get

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