Once again he was at the parting of the ways, and once more caprice determined his decision.

That the coal-hole was out of the question had worked a change in his views, Somehow it seemed to him less burglarious to enter by a verandah.

He felt very frightened but--for the moment--quite resolute.
"I'm coming with you," he said.
"Sportsman," said Heritage, and held out his hand.

"Well done, the auld yin," said the Chieftain of the Gorbals Die-Hards.

Dickson's quaking heart experienced a momentary bound as he followed Heritage down the track into the Garple Dean.
The track wound through a thick covert of hazels, now close to the rushing water, now high upon the bank so that clear sky showed through the fringes of the wood.