However, that was for Amos to advise me on, and about noon I picked up my waterproof with its bursting pockets and set off on a long detour up the coast.

All that blessed day I scarcely met a soul.

I passed a distillery which seemed to have quit business, and in the evening came to a little town on the sea where I had a bed and supper in a superior kind of public-house.
Next day I struck southward along the coast, and had two experiences of interest.

I had a good look at Ranna, and observed that the _Tobermory_ was no longer there.

Gresson had only waited to get his job finished; he could probably twist the old captain any way he wanted.