He had not a scrap of fear left or even of anger--only triumph at the thought of how properly those ruffians had been sold.

"Like schoolboys they who unaware"-- instead of two women they had found a man with a gun.

And the Princess was miles off and forever beyond their reach.

When they had settled with him they would no doubt burn the House down, but that would serve them little.

From his airy pinnacle he could see the whole sea-front of Huntingtower, a blur in the dusk but for the ghostly eyes of its white-shuttered windows.
Something was coming from it, running lightly over the lawns, lost for an instant in the trees, and then appearing clear on the crest of the ridge where some hours earlier Dougal had lain.