Thereupon, closing the door, but keeping the handle in his hand, and the bolt drawn back, he turned to the street and whistled soft and low.

Shargar had, in a moment, dragged his heavy feet, ready to part company with their shoes at any instant, to Robert's side.

He bent his ear to Robert's whisper.
'Gang in there, and creep like a moose to the fit o' the stair.

I maun close the door ahin' 's,' said he, opening the door as he spoke.
'I'm fleyt (frightened), Robert.' 'Dinna be a fule.

Grannie winna bite aff yer heid.