In the meantime the Bridge of Brogar was to be their tryst, when tryst was possible.

Peter's summer dwelling lay not far from it, and it was Margaret's habit to watch for his boat and walk up from the beach to the house with him.

She would always walk over first to Brogar, and if John could meet her there that would be well; if not, she would understand that it was out of the way of duty, and be content.
John fortunately secured the mate's place.

Before he could tell Margaret this she heard her father speak well of him to the captain.
"There is nae better sailor, nor better lad, for that matter," said Peter.

"I like none that he wad hang roun' my bonnie Marg'et; but then, a cat may look at a king without it being high treason, I wot." A week afterwards Peter thought differently.