A cheery 'Mornin', Mr McCaskie,' revealed my fellow guest at the hotel.
We jolted away from the coast up a broad glen and then on to a wide expanse of bog with big hills showing towards the north.

It was a drowsy day, and in that atmosphere of shag and crowded humanity I felt my eyes closing.

I had a short nap, and woke to find that Mr Linklater had changed his seat and was now beside me.
'We'll no get a Scotsman till Muirtown,' he said.

'Have ye nothing in your samples ye could give me to read ?' I had forgotten about the samples.

I opened the case and found the oddest collection of little books, all in gay bindings.