And as the mist shifted and flowed everywhere more and more were revealed, doing sentry duty each on his tussock of bent-grass, while behind his mate effaced herself upon her four eggs or led her little flock into the deepest of the growing heather and among the white meadows of cotton-grass which blew about them, more downy than even the youngest nestling. Stair made his way to the most easterly point of the isle--that nearest to the Burnfoot Bay. Already the fog was bunching and billowing uneasily. He noted that it was losing its steady, even pour over the island. "It will lift," he muttered. And from far away there came the sound of a schooner's mainsail being brought down as her head came to the wind, the plunge of an anchor, and then, through a gap in the gloom, the tall, bare mast of a ship in the direction of the new house of Abbey Burnfoot. "The _Good Intent_!" he muttered. "She must be very sure of herself to come to anchor like that. Still that is Captain Penman's business. If he can discharge his cargo, I can put it out of harm's way. We shall have two hundred lads on the beach by midnight, and whatever force they may bring against us, we can go through them with the strong hand!" CHAPTER V PATSY'S CONFESSIONS Patsy had said nothing at home about her race over the moors to save the Glenanmays lads from the press-gang, and when her Uncle Julian, having talked to Captain Laurence, approached her on the subject, my lady replied that she was at the Bothy of Blairmore to help her friend Jean Garland. "And where was Jean when the 'press' found you there alone?" said Julian Wemyss, smiling. "She was outside, keeping watch for her brothers," said Patsy, looking at him with bright, clear eyes that could not be other than truthful. But Uncle Julian had had much experience, and he only smiled more knowingly than ever. "And the famous costume which so witched the men of war?" he asked. "Oh, that," said Patsy, "I had to run, and you can't run fast in a frieze coat with many capes!" "No." Uncle Julian nodded his head; "sandals cross-gartered, a bathing dress and a sash! I would that I had been one of His Majesty's officers to see you." "I shall dress up for you some time," affirmed Patsy soothingly, "if you will give me the yellow sandals for my very own." "Ah," said Uncle Julian, "of that I am not sure. They recall something which makes them precious to me." The girl clasped her hands delightedly. "Oh, a story at last," she cried, nestling against him. "I shall not tell a soul. You shall see how I can keep a secret." "But I shall see still better if I do not tell it you!" "Oh, how abominable of you, Uncle Julian! And I thought you loved me." "The yellow sandals remind me of a time when I was young--young as you, and a great deal more foolish!" "But they are a girl's sandals, Uncle Julian--you said so yourself when you lent them to me." "Indeed, both of them would hardly cover a man's foot!"