“Wha would hae thought o’ this in the morning?” said Barkhide. “Weel, lads, I think we sud a gae hame, an’ put as mony o’ our bits o’ things out o’ the way as we can.”
They departed, and this sentiment becoming general, in a short time the play field was emptied of the revellers.
As Mary and Basil moved homewards with the rest, the latter evaded the questions put to him concerning the stranger. He saw, however, a coincidence between his darkly expressed hints and the events of the day; and while he resolved for the present to keep this secret, he anxiously wished for the promised interview.
Chapter II.
The red cross glares on Frazer’s towers,
My love, I dare not stay;
The bugle peals through Lovat’s bowers,
My love, I must away.—Old Ballad.
We shall now conduct the reader to a shop in the Broadgate, over which appeared in ancient characters,—
Patrick Leslie & Samuel Fairtext.