‘Very well,’ said Jardine, who took out a fountain pen and writing on a leaf from his pocket-book gave it Moir. ‘My men won’t interfere with you, but as I must warn the police and Territorials, you’d better take this pass.’
He went out and Moir turned to Janet. ‘Where hae ye hidden him?’
‘In the barn,’ said Janet, with signs of strain.
‘Then ye’ll baith come and hear what I say til him,’ Moir replied, and lighted his lantern.
A minute or two later, Jimmy got up from the straw among which he was lying, as Moir flashed the light into his face.
‘Have they gone?’ he asked anxiously.
‘Ay,’ said Moir; ‘but ye’re no’ safe yet. If yere Gairman friends arena’ drooned, they’ll be in jail the morn.’
‘Then they’ll think I gave them away.’
‘It’s verra probable,’ Moir agreed. ‘For a’ that, ye’ll be in Carlisle by then to enlist in the Borderers.’
There was silence for a moment, and then Euphie said ‘It’s the only way, Jimmy. It’s your chance of winning back.’