He caught hold of the eaves, and scrambled on to the roof.

But in the folly and faithlessness of her despair, the woman would not let him enter.

With a curse caught from her husband, she struck him from the window, crying, "Ye s' no come in here, an' my man droonin' yon'er! Gang till 'im, ye cooard!" Never had poor Gibbie so much missed the use of speech.

On the slope of the roof he could do little to force an entrance, therefore threw himself off it to seek another, and betook himself to the windows below.

Through that of Angus's room, he caught sight of a floating anker cask.