At the moment Dobson was lunching off a hunk of bread and cheese directly between the Tower and the House, just short of the crest of the ridge on the other side of which lay the stables and the shrubberies; Leon was on the north side opposite the Tower door, and Spidel was at the south end near the edge of the Garple glen.

Heritage, watching the ridge behind Dobson and the upper windows of the House which appeared over it, saw on the very crest something like a tuft of rusty bracken which he had not noticed before.

Presently the tuft moved, and a hand shot up from it waving a rag of some sort.

Dobson at the moment was engaged with a bottle of porter, and Heritage could safely wave a hand in reply.

He could now make out clearly the red head of Dougal.
The Chieftain, having located the three watchers, proceeded to give an exhibition of his prowess for the benefit of the lonely inmate of the Tower.