Galled with the anxious forebodings of a guilty conscience, Glossin now arose, and looked out upon the night. The scene which we have already described in the third chapter of this story, was now covered with snow, and the brilliant, though waste, whiteness of the land, gave to the sea by contrast a dark and livid tinge. A landscape covered with snow, though abstractedly it may be called beautiful, has, both from the association of cold and barrenness, and from its comparative infrequency, a wild, strange, and desolate appearance. Objects, well known to us in their common state, have either disappeared, or are so strangely varied and disguised, that we seem gazing on an unknown world. But it was not with such reflections that the mind of this bad man was occupied. His eye was upon the gigantic and gloomy outlines of the old castle, where, in a flanking tower of enormous size and thickness, glimmered two lights, one from the window of the strong room, where Hatteraick was confined, the other from that of the adjacent apartment occupied by his keepers. "Has he made his escape, or will he be able to do so?--Have these men watched, who never watched before, in order to complete my ruin?--If morning finds him there, he must be committed to prison; Mac-Morlan or some other person will take the matter up--he will be detected--convicted--and will tell all in revenge!--" While these racking thoughts glided rapidly through Glossin's mind, he observed one of the lights obscured, as by an opaque body placed at the window. What a moment of interest!--"He has got clear of his irons!--he is working at the stanchions of the window--they are surely quite decayed, they must give way--O God! they have fallen outward; I heard them clink among the stones!--the noise cannot fail to wake them--furies seize his Dutch awkwardness!--The light burns free again--they have torn him from the window, and are binding him in the room!--No! he had only retired an instant on the alarm of the falling bars--he is at the window again--and the light is quite obscured now--he is getting out!--" A heavy sound, as of a body dropped from a height among the snow, announced that Hatteraick had completed his escape, and shortly after Glossin beheld a dark figure, like a shadow, steal along the whitened beach, and reach the spot where the skiff lay. New cause for fear! "His single strength will be unable to float her," said Glossin to himself; "I must go to the rascal's assistance. But no! he has got her off, and now, thank God, her sail is spreading itself against the moon--ay, he has got the breeze now--would to Heaven it were a tempest, to sink him to the bottom!"