He went home quite determined to leave Stromness at once and for ever.

Indeed he had been longing to do so for many weeks, but had stayed partly out of bravado, and partly because there were few opportunities of getting away during the winter.
He went home and shut himself in his own room, and began to count his hoarded gold.

While thus employed, there was a stir or movement under his feet which he quite understood.

Some one was in the secret cellar, and was coming up.

He turned hastily round, and there was Sandy Beg.
"Thou scoundrel!" and he fairly gnashed his teeth at the intruder, "what dost thou want here ?" "She'll be wanting money an' help." Badly enough Sandy wanted both; and a dreadful story he told.