Shufflin’ Sandie had had several drops from Craig’s flask, but he had also had good oatcakes and cheese, so he was as steady as a judge of session.
When near to Bilberry Hall, Nicol and Annie emptied their guns in the air, and thus apprised of their approach, white-haired old McLeod came out to bid them welcome.
A good dinner!
A musical evening!
Prayers! The tumblers! Then, bidding Annie a fond adieu, away rode the jolly young farmer.
Shufflin’ Sandie’s last words to him were these:
“Mind what I told you. There’s danger in the sky. Good-night, and God be with you, Farmer Craig.”