He went to the top of the tower, and shouted fruitlessly; he warmed himself by stamping up and down; then he came and slept again.

This was his round all the night through: snatches of uneasy sleep, cold and hungry awakenings, shoutings, and stampings round the top of the tower.
Meanwhile Tinker had ridden joyously home, and shown himself in such cheerful spirits during dinner that Sir Tancred had observed him with no little suspicion, wondering if it could really be that he had found opportunities of mischief even in a deer-forest.

After dinner Tinker went into the kitchen, where he found Hamish Beg supping.

He talked to him for a while, on matters of sport; then he said, "I say, you told me about the headless woman and the red-headed man with his throat cut, at the Deil's Den, but you never told me about the man in brown who shouts and waves from the top of the tower, and when you come to it, it's empty." Hamish, the cook, and the two maids burst into a torrent of exclamations in their strange language.

"Yes," said Tinker, "a man in brown who shouts and waves from the top of the tower, and when you come to it, no one's there." He kept his story to this, and presently came back to his father, assured that the more loudly Mr.Lambert yelled, and the more wildly he waved, the further would any inhabitant of Ardrochan fly from the Deil's Den.