The thing infuriated the dragoons, for it made them a laughing-stock, and the sins of Gib were visited upon the more silent prisoners.

We were hurried along at a cruel pace, so that I had often to run to avoid the dragging at my wrists, and behind us bumped the cart full of wailful women.

I was sick from fatigue and lack of food, and the South Port of Edinburgh was a welcome sight to me.

Welcome, and yet shameful, for I feared at any moment to see the face of a companion in the jeering crowd that lined the causeway.

I thought miserably of my pleasant lodgings in the Bow, where my landlady, Mistress Macvittie, would be looking at the boxes the Lanark carrier had brought, and be wondering what had become of their master.