When he got down at the foot of the hill by Hillocks' farm, to go up the near road, instead thereof he scrambled along the ridge, and looked through the trees as the carriage passed below; but he did not escape.
"What's he glowerin' at doon there?" Hillocks inquired of Jamie Soutar, to whom he was giving some directions about a dyke, and Hillocks made a reconnaissance. "A 'll warrant that's the General and his dochter. She 's a weel-faured lassie an' speerity-lookin'."
"It cowes a'," said Jamie to himself; "the first day he ever saw her; but it's aye the way, aince an' ever, or … never."
"What's the Free Kirk, dad?" when Carmichael had gone. "Is it the same as the Methodists?"
"No, no, quite different. I 'm not up in those things, but I 've heard it was a lot of fellows who would not obey the laws, and so they left and made a kirk for themselves, where they do whatever they like. By the way, that was the young fellow we saw giving the dogs water at Muirtown. I rather like him; but why did he look such a fool, and try to escape us at the junction?"
"How should I know? I suppose because he is a … foolish boy. And now, dad, for the Lodge and Tochty woods."
CHAPTER III.
A HOME OF MANY GENERATIONS.
