"When are we going to see Mother Binning and to light the fire in the cave ?...

There are not many like you, Alexander! I'm glad to get back." "I'm glad to have you back, old sworn-fellow, old Saracen!" They clasped hands.

Gray eyes and brown eyes with gold flecks met in a gaze that was as steady with the one as with the other.

It was Alexander who first loosened handclasp.
They talked of affairs, particular and general, of Ian's late proceedings and the lairdship of Alexander, of men and places that they knew away from this countryside.

Ian watched the other as they talked.