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My
plan
was
to
seek
Mr
Turnbull
's
cottage
,
recover
my
garments
,
and
especially
Scudder
's
note-book
,
and
then
make
for
the
main
line
and
get
back
to
the
south
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
the
sooner
I
got
in
touch
with
the
Foreign
Office
man
,
Sir
Walter
Bullivant
,
the
better
.
I
did
n't
see
how
I
could
get
more
proof
than
I
had
got
already
.
He
must
just
take
or
leave
my
story
,
and
anyway
,
with
him
I
would
be
in
better
hands
than
those
devilish
Germans
.
I
had
begun
to
feel
quite
kindly
towards
the
British
police
.
It
was
a
wonderful
starry
night
,
and
I
had
not
much
difficulty
about
the
road
.
Sir
Harry
's
map
had
given
me
the
lie
of
the
land
,
and
all
I
had
to
do
was
to
steer
a
point
or
two
west
of
south-west
to
come
to
the
stream
where
I
had
met
the
roadman
.
In
all
these
travels
I
never
knew
the
names
of
the
places
,
but
I
believe
this
stream
was
no
less
than
the
upper
waters
of
the
river
Tweed
.
I
calculated
I
must
be
about
eighteen
miles
distant
,
and
that
meant
I
could
not
get
there
before
morning
.
So
I
must
lie
up
a
day
somewhere
,
for
I
was
too
outrageous
a
figure
to
be
seen
in
the
sunlight
.
I
had
neither
coat
,
waistcoat
,
collar
,
nor
hat
,
my
trousers
were
badly
torn
,
and
my
face
and
hands
were
black
with
the
explosion
.
I
daresay
I
had
other
beauties
,
for
my
eyes
felt
as
if
they
were
furiously
bloodshot
.
Altogether
I
was
no
spectacle
for
God-fearing
citizens
to
see
on
a
highroad
.
Very
soon
after
daybreak
I
made
an
attempt
to
clean
myself
in
a
hill
burn
,
and
then
approached
a
herd
's
cottage
,
for
I
was
feeling
the
need
of
food
.
The
herd
was
away
from
home
,
and
his
wife
was
alone
,
with
no
neighbour
for
five
miles
.
She
was
a
decent
old
body
,
and
a
plucky
one
,
for
though
she
got
a
fright
when
she
saw
me
,
she
had
an
axe
handy
,
and
would
have
used
it
on
any
evil-doer
.
I
told
her
that
I
had
had
a
fall
--
I
did
n't
say
how
--
and
she
saw
by
my
looks
that
I
was
pretty
sick
.
Like
a
true
Samaritan
she
asked
no
questions
,
but
gave
me
a
bowl
of
milk
with
a
dash
of
whisky
in
it
,
and
let
me
sit
for
a
little
by
her
kitchen
fire
.
She
would
have
bathed
my
shoulder
,
but
it
ached
so
badly
that
I
would
not
let
her
touch
it
.
I
do
n't
know
what
she
took
me
for
--
a
repentant
burglar
,
perhaps
;
for
when
I
wanted
to
pay
her
for
the
milk
and
tendered
a
sovereign
which
was
the
smallest
coin
I
had
,
she
shook
her
head
and
said
something
about
"
giving
it
to
them
that
had
a
right
to
it
"
.
At
this
I
protested
so
strongly
that
I
think
she
believed
me
honest
,
for
she
took
the
money
and
gave
me
a
warm
new
plaid
for
it
,
and
an
old
hat
of
her
man
's
.
She
showed
me
how
to
wrap
the
plaid
around
my
shoulders
,
and
when
I
left
that
cottage
I
was
the
living
image
of
the
kind
of
Scotsman
you
see
in
the
illustrations
to
Burns
's
poems
.
But
at
any
rate
I
was
more
or
less
clad
.
It
was
as
well
,
for
the
weather
changed
before
midday
to
a
thick
drizzle
of
rain
.
I
found
shelter
below
an
overhanging
rock
in
the
crook
of
a
burn
,
where
a
drift
of
dead
brackens
made
a
tolerable
bed
.
There
I
managed
to
sleep
till
nightfall
,
waking
very
cramped
and
wretched
,
with
my
shoulder
gnawing
like
a
toothache
.
I
ate
the
oatcake
and
cheese
the
old
wife
had
given
me
and
set
out
again
just
before
the
darkening
.
I
pass
over
the
miseries
of
that
night
among
the
wet
hills
.
There
were
no
stars
to
steer
by
,
and
I
had
to
do
the
best
I
could
from
my
memory
of
the
map
.
Twice
I
lost
my
way
,
and
I
had
some
nasty
falls
into
peat-bogs
.
I
had
only
about
ten
miles
to
go
as
the
crow
flies
,
but
my
mistakes
made
it
nearer
twenty
.
The
last
bit
was
completed
with
set
teeth
and
a
very
light
and
dizzy
head
.
But
I
managed
it
,
and
in
the
early
dawn
I
was
knocking
at
Mr
Turnbull
's
door
.
The
mist
lay
close
and
thick
,
and
from
the
cottage
I
could
not
see
the
highroad
.
Mr
Turnbull
himself
opened
to
me
--
sober
and
something
more
than
sober
.
He
was
primly
dressed
in
an
ancient
but
well-tended
suit
of
black
;
he
had
been
shaved
not
later
than
the
night
before
;
he
wore
a
linen
collar
;
and
in
his
left
hand
he
carried
a
pocket
Bible
.
At
first
he
did
not
recognize
me
.
"
Whae
are
ye
that
comes
stravaigin
'
here
on
the
Sabbath
mornin
'
?
"
he
asked
.
