"I see," said Dickson. He saw, indeed, a great deal which would
give him food for furious thought. "Well, I must possess my soul
in patience. Here's my Glasgow address, and I look to you to send me
a telegram whenever you're ready for me. I'm at the Salutation to-night,
and go home to-morrow with the first train. Wait a minute"--and he
pulled out his watch--"there's a train stops at Auchenlochan at 10.17.
I think I'll catch that....Well Mr. Loudon, I'm very much obliged to you,
and I'm glad to think that it'll no' be long till we renew
our acquaintance."

The factor accompanied him to the door, diffusing geniality.
"Very pleased indeed to have met you. A pleasant journey and
a quick return."

The street was still empty. Into a corner of the arches opposite
the moon was shining, and Dickson retired thither to consult his
map of the neighbourhood. He found what he wanted, and, as he
lifted his eyes, caught sight of a man coming down the causeway.
Promptly he retired into the shadow and watched the new-comer.
There could be no mistake about the figure; the bulk, the walk,
the carriage of the head marked it for Dobson. The innkeeper went
slowly past the factor's house; then halted and retraced his steps;
then, making sure that the street was empty, turned into the side
lane which led to the garden.

This was what sailors call a cross-bearing, and strengthened
Dickson's conviction. He delayed no longer, but hurried down
the side street by which the north road leaves the town.