Go there and buy me anything that's tinned--biscuits and tongue and sardines, and a couple of bottles of whisky if you can get them.

This may be a long job, so buy plenty.' 'Whaur'll I put them ?' was his only question.
We fixed on a cache, a hundred yards from the highway in a place where two ridges of hill enclosed the view so that only a short bit of road was visible.
'I'll get back to the Kyle,' he told me, 'and a'body there kens Andra Amos, if ye should find a way of sendin' a message or comin' yourself.
Oh, and I've got a word to ye from a lady that we ken of.

She says, the sooner ye're back in Vawnity Fair the better she'll be pleased, always provided ye've got over the Hill Difficulty.' A smile screwed up his old face and he waved his whip in farewell.

I interpreted Mary's message as an incitement to speed, but I could not make the pace.

That was Gresson's business.