Fergus did catch a glimpse of something white that flashed across a vista through the neighbouring wood, but he took it for a white peacock, of which there were two or three about the place.

The three men were disgusted with the little wretch when they found that he had actually fled into the open day without his clothes.

Poor Gibbie! it was such a small difference! It needed as little change to make a savage as an angel of him.

All depended on the eyes that saw him.
He ran he knew not whither, feeling nothing but the desire first to get into some covert, and then to run farther.

His first rush was for the shubbery, his next across the little park to the wood beyond.