I'm writing this telegram to a friend in Glasgow who will put a spoke in Mr.Loudon's wheel.

I want one of you to go to Kirkmichael to send it from the telegraph office there." Dougal placed the wire to Mr.Caw in his bosom.

"What about yourself?
We want somebody outside to keep his eyes open.

It's bad strawtegy to cut off your communications." Dickson thought for a moment.

"I believe you're right.