As he pulled together the belt of his waterproof he felt the reassuring bulges in its pockets which were his pistol and cartridges.

He reflected that it must be very difficult to miss with a pistol if you fired it at, say, three yards, and if there was to be shooting that would be his range.
Mr.McCunn had stumbled on the precious truth that the best way to be rid of quaking knees is to keep a busy mind.
He crossed the ridge of the plateau and looked down on the Garple glen.
There were the lights of Dalquharter--or rather a single light, for the inhabitants went early to bed.

His intention was to seek quarters with Mrs.Morran, when his eye caught a gleam in a hollow of the moor a little to the east.

He knew it for the camp-fire around which Dougal's warriors bivouacked.

The notion came to him to go there instead, and hear the news of the day before entering the cottage.