The Skirts of the Coolin Obviously I must keep away from the railway.

If the police were after me in Morvern, that line would be warned, for it was a barrier I must cross if I were to go farther north.

I observed from the map that it turned up the coast, and concluded that the place for me to make for was the shore south of that turn, where Heaven might send me some luck in the boat line.

For I was pretty certain that every porter and station-master on that tin-pot outfit was anxious to make better acquaintance with my humble self.
I lunched off the sandwiches the Broadburys had given me, and in the bright afternoon made my way down the hill, crossed at the foot of a small fresh-water lochan, and pursued the issuing stream through midge-infested woods of hazels to its junction with the sea.

It was rough going, but very pleasant, and I fell into the same mood of idle contentment that I had enjoyed the previous morning.