The hut was built in a little turn of the water beneath a high bank. I knocked at the door, not knowing whether some soldier might not come to it, for the dragoons were quartered everywhere. But no one came save Francie himself, a great, godly man who lived alone, and cared not for priest or woman. He cried aloud when he saw me. "Come in by," he says, "come in quick; this is nae safe place the noo." And he pulled me in to the hearth, where his mid-day meal was standing. With great good-will he bade me share it, and afterward, since he had heard already of my case and had no need for enlightenment thereon, he gave me his good counsel. "Ye maunna bide a meenute here," he said. "I’ll pit up some cauld braxy and bread for ye, for it’s a’ I have at this time o’ year. Ye maun get oot o’ the glen and aff to the hills wi’ a’ your pith, for some o’ Maister Gilbert’s men passed this morn on their way to Barns, and they’ll be coming back afore nicht. So ye maun be aff, and I counsel ye to tak the taps o’ the Wormel and syne cross the water abune the Crook, and gang ower by Talla and Fruid to the Cor. Keep awa’ frae the Clyde hills for ony sake, for they’re lookit like my ain hill i’ the lambin’ time; and though it’s maybe safer there for ye the noo, in a wee it’ll be het eneuch. But what are ye gaun to dae? Ye’ll be makkin’ a try to win ower the sea, for ye canna skip aboot on thae hills like a paitrick for ever. "I do not know," said I; "I have little liking for another sea journey, unless all else is hopeless. I will bide in the hills as long as I can, and I cannot think that the need will be long. For I have an inkling, and others beside me, that queer things will soon happen." "Guid send they dae," said he, and I bade him good-bye. I watched him striding off to the hill, and marvelled at the life ne led. Living from one year’s end to another on the barest fare, toiling hard on the barren steeps for a little wage, and withal searching his heart on his long rounds by the canon of the book of God. A strange life and a hard, yet no man knows what peace may come out of loneliness. Now had I taken his advice I should have been saved one of the most vexatious and hazardous episodes of my life. But I was ever self-willed, and so, my mind being set on going down the Holmes vale, I thought nothing of going near the Wormel, but set off down the bridle way, as if I were a King’s privy councillor and not a branded exile.