Thomas Yownie's headquarters is the auld wife's hen-hoose." At that moment in a pause of the gale came the far-borne echo of a shot.
"Pistol," said Alexis.
"Heritage," said Dougal.

"Trade will be gettin' brisk with him.

Start your machine and I'll hang on ahint.

We'll try the road by the West Lodge." Presently the pair disappeared in the dusk, the noise of the engine was swallowed up in the wild orchestra of the wind, and Dickson hobbled towards the village in a state of excitement which made him oblivious of his wounds.

That lonely pistol shot was, he felt, the bell to ring up the curtain on the last act of the play..