But they had darkened again at the first words of the leader of the reinforcements.
"Now for the Tower," Sir Archie had observed cheerfully.

"We should be a match for the three watchers, my lad, and it's time that poor devil What's-his-name was relieved." "A bonny-like plan that would be," said Dougal.

"Man, ye would be walkin' into the very trap they want.

In an hour, or maybe two, the rest will turn up from the sea and they'd have ye tight by the neck.
Na, na! It's time we're wantin', and the longer they think we're a' in the auld Tower the better for us.

What news o' the polis ?" He listened to Sir Archie's report with a gloomy face.
"Not afore the darkenin'?
They'll be ower late--the polis are aye ower late.