The comfort of being back again among allies had quickened his spirit to an adventurous mood.

The old lords of Huntingtower had once quarrelled and revelled and plotted here, and now here he was at the same game.

Present and past joined hands over the gulf of years.

The saga of Huntingtower was not ended.
The Die-Hards had brought with them their scanty bedding, their lanterns and camp-kettles.

These and the provisions from Mearns Street were stowed away in a corner.
"Now for the Hoose, men," said Dougal.