He was a big, athletic, clean-limbed fellow, with brown hair, a bright face, warm eyes, and friendly genial ways which came from the kindest heart in the world. Five years before the time of which I write, which would be in 1763, he had married the Honorable Miss Llewellyn from the north, a pitiable pale-colored lady, who, half crazed by jealousy and ill health, was sending him back to unmarried ways again. Being only sister to Lord Glenmore, who had no heirs and was subject to seizures of a very malignant type, it was yearly expected that the title would come to Sandy's bit of a boy, a handsome-faced little fellow of four, who paid me long visits at self-selected times, demanding my watch, a pipe to smoke, and horses to ride. Before Huey had time to reach the door, Sandy, in his riding clothes, with his cap on the back of his head, stood looking in at me. There was a scowl between his brows, and by this as well as other certain signs, I knew that all was not well with him. "Will ye go on a cruise with me?" says he from the doorway with no introduction whatever. "Would it be an unseemly prying into your affairs to ask where to?" I inquired with a smile. "North or south," said he, still keeping his place by the door. "It's immaterial to me, so I escape accompanying my womenfolk to London." "And if I go with ye," says I, "your wife will like me less than she does now." "That would be impossible, so ye needn't worry over it," he returned dryly. "The only good word ye ever had from her was that if ye'd been a less handsome man ye might have been a better one." "And even that could scarce be termed fulsome flattery," I observed. "Will ye go!" he repeated, his mind set on the one point. A sudden thought, bred of some news in the paper which I had just received, came to me upon the instant. "Let us take the boat from Leith, and go north by the Orkney and Hebrides Islands, through the Minch to the west coast. There are all kinds of stories afloat concerning the gipsies and free traders who live in those deep coves; we might fall in with a pirate ship----" "Or find a hidden treasure!" he said scoffingly, as he seated himself on the other side of the table and took some coffee, the frown gone, and the Sandy I knew with the bright face and laughing eye back again. "Aye," he went on in his humorous way, "I am convinced 'twill be hidden treasure we'll find, Jock. We'll go ashore at midnight, and under a stunted pine will be a sailor's chest. Hidden treasures are always found in sailors' chests, ye know. And taking a three-foot bar of iron, which every gentleman in tales carries concealed upon his person, we, you and I,--none of the others, of course,--will pry this chest open--to find ducats and doubloons, and piastres, and sous-marquees--and a map of the Spanish Main and the Dry Tortugas--with crosses in blood. I'll tell you, ye can have my share of it now," he cried, laughing at me.