But at last, between two lesser waves, we slipped over, taking in half a boat of water as we did so, but winning clear of the peril; and leaving our pursuers, who had waited to see us perish, to turn back sullenly to report their ill success to their master.
'Twas a far cry to Bonandonnye, which lay behind the Eastern headlands, some four leagues beyond Benmore.

Nor durst we approach it the shortest way, because our men had heard that the coast was closely guarded by the English, who made short work of all suspected craft.

So we were fain to hoist our sail and stand out to sea, rounding Raughlin on the far side, and running back on Cantire.
There, for a week and more, Ludar lay in a fever, shouting to be taken to his father, yet too weak to turn in his bed.

Tenderly his clansmen nursed him (and me, for the matter of that, for I had wounds too), until at least we were both in better trim.
Meanwhile, one of the men had rowed across to the mainland, and come back with the news that Sorley Boy was deep in the woods of Glenshesk, behind the great mountain of Knocklayd, where he was rapidly bringing his forces to a head for a swoop on Dunluce.

This news decided Ludar to tarry not a day longer.