We then took hands and soon reached the top of the gully.
For a second we looked back.

The pursuit had ceased, and far down the burn we could hear the sounds as of some one going back to the sands.
'Your face is bleeding, Davie.

Did he get near enough to hit you ?' Archie asked.
'He hit me with a stone.

But I gave him better.

He's got a bleeding nose to remember this night by.' We did not dare take the road by the links, but made for the nearest human habitation.