A look of relief sprang into her face.
"Then good-bye," she said with unusual warmth.
For a moment they stood hand in hand, and then she knocked upon the locked door, and waited for Strange to come.
When it fell back, she passed from sight without a backward glance.
For long Rob paced up and down the room.
But of a sudden he stopped, and, uttering a sharp cry, rushed half-way to the door. For long he shouted, banging with his fists upon the wood. It was too late.
That Lovat would be discovered had suddenly forced itself upon him, and that he would be regarded as his betrayer would naturally follow. For now, through his own foolish pride, he had thrown away the only chance of saving the old man, by rejecting the help of Muckle John.
CHAPTER XIV
MUCKLE JOHN SHOWS HIS HAND
Miss Macpherson, saying good-bye to Captain Strange, and acquainting him of Rob's present obstinacy, but bidding him not to despair, took her way through the porter's gates, and turned her horse's head towards the north. After travelling in a leisurely manner for some six miles, she drew in her beast, and dismounting led him into a small coppice upon the hill-side.