"There's nae use in me leavin' here noo," he said. "I've stopped too lang for that."
The farmer for whom we wrought got very angry when I asked him for my wages.
"There's nae pleasin' o' some folk," he grumbled. "They'll nae keep a guid job when they get one."
The last thing I saw as I turned out on the high-road was Sandy leaning over his draining spade like some God-forsaken spirit of the moorland. Poor man! he had not a friend in all the world, and he was very old.
I stopped in Glasgow for four weeks, but my search for Norah was fruitless. She seemed to have gone out of the world and no trace of her was to be found.
CHAPTER XIX A DEAD MAN'S SHOES
"In the grim dead-end he lies,
With passionless filmy eyes,