Robert gave him his hand, and Shargar was straightway upon his feet.

'Come awa' noo, as fest and as quaiet 's ye can.'

'What are ye gaein' to du wi' me, Bob?'

'What's that to you, Shargar?'

'Naything. Only I wad like to ken.'

'Hae patience, and ye will ken. Only mind ye do as I tell ye, and
dinna speik a word.'

Shargar followed in silence.

On the way Robert remembered that Miss Napier had not, after all,
given him the receipt for which his grandmother had sent him. So he
returned to The Boar's Head, and, while he went in, left Shargar in
the archway, to shiver, and try in vain to warm his hands by the
alternate plans of slapping them on the opposite arms, and hiding
them under them.

When Robert came out, he saw a man talking to him under the lamp.
The moment his eyes fell upon the two, he was struck by a
resemblance between them. Shargar was right under the lamp, the man
to the side of it, so that Shargar was shadowed by its frame, and
the man was in its full light. The latter turned away, and passing
Robert, went into the inn.