When our meal was over he looked me up and down again. I could see that he was distressed at the condition of my clothing, but I explained to him that I considered my fall into the bog a blessing in disguise, since it toned down the bright colour of my garments and would make them less easily seen upon the moorland. "That’s as may be, but ye’re an awfu’ sicht. However, I’ve no doubt that when the glaur dries it winna look so bad." As he talked I was divesting myself of my uniform, and as I stood before him in my shirt he looked me over again and said: "You might disguise yourself by making a kilt out o’ your coat, but twa sic’ spindle shanks o’ legs would gi’e you awa’ at once. I know well, since ye’re an Englishman, ye werena’ brought up on the carritches, and I can see for myself ye got no oatmeal when ye were a bairn." I laughed, as I tossed my last garment aside, and running to the edge of the loch plunged into its depths. He watched me as I swam, and when I came to the shore again I found him drying my outer garments over a fire which he had kindled. "It’ll be time for bed," he said, "in a few minutes. You take your ways to your own hidie-hole and I will take my way to mine; and may God send us sweet repose. No man can tell, but I am thinking there will be no troopers up here the day. They combed this loch-side a fortnight sin’, and when they had gone I came and hid here. Maist likely they’ll no’ be back here for a long time." I thanked him for his hospitality, and as I turned to go I said: "Where shall I find you to-night, for I should like to have more of your company?" "Well," he answered, "I always sleep on this side of the loch; and when night falls and a’ thing seems safe, it is mair than likely ye’ll hear me playing a bit tune on the flute. When ye hear that, if ye come round to this side and just wait a wee, ye’ll likely see me again. Good morning! and God bless you!" *CHAPTER IX* *THE STORY OF ALEXANDER MAIN*