'Whase hoose is 't?'
'I dinna ken. I only saw him come oot o' 't ance, an' Jock Mitchell was haudin' Black Geordie roon' the neuk. It canna be far frae Mr. Lindsay's 'at you an' Mr. Ericson used to gang till.'
'Come an' lat me see 't direckly,' cried Robert, starting up, with a terrible foreboding at his heart.
They were in the street in a moment. Shargar led the way by a country lane to the top of the hill on the right, and then turning to the left, brought him to some houses standing well apart from each other. It was a region unknown to Robert. They were the backs of the houses of which Mr. Lindsay's was one.
'This is the hoose,' said Shargar.
Robert rushed into action. He knocked at the door. Mr. Lindsay's Jenny opened it.
'Is yer mistress in, Jenny?' he asked at once.
'Na. Ay. The maister's gane to Bors Castle.'
'It's Miss Lindsay I want to see.'
'She's up in her ain room wi' a sair heid.'