All he yet understood was, that he must go down the hill, to be where things might have to be done--and that before the darkness fell.

He must go where there were people.

As he went his heart was full of joy, as if he had already achieved some deliverance.

Down the hill he went singing and dancing.

If mere battle with storm was a delight to the boy, what would not a mortal tussle with the elements for the love of men be?
The thought itself was a heavenly felicity, and made him "happy as a lover." His first definitely directive thought was, that his nearest neighbours were likely enough to be in trouble--"the fowk at the muckle hoose." He would go thither straight.
Glashruach, as I have already said, stood on one of the roots of Glashgar, where the mountain settles down into the valley of the Daur.