orders for the morn. I'm going back to that Hoose, for it's a fight
atween the Gorbals Die-Hards and the scoondrels that are frightenin'
thae women. The question is, Are ye comin' with me? Mind, ye've sworn.
But if ye're no, I'm going mysel', though I'll no' deny I'd be
glad o' company. You anyway--" he added, nodding at Heritage.
"Maybe auld McCunn wouldn't get through the coal-hole."

"You're an impident laddie,' said the outraged Dickson. "It's no'
likely we're coming with you. Breaking into other folks' houses!
It's a job for the police!"

"Please yersel'," said the Chieftain, and looked at Heritage.

"I'm on," said that gentleman.

"Well, just you set out the morn as if ye were for a walk up
the Garple glen. I'll be on the road and I'll have orders for ye."

Without more ado Dougal left by way of the back kitchen. There was
a brief denunciation from Mrs. Morran, then the outer door banged
and he was gone.

The Poet sat still with his head in his hands, while Dickson,
acutely uneasy, prowled about the floor. He had forgotten even to
light his pipe. "You'll not be thinking of heeding that ragamuffin
boy," he ventured.

"I'm certainly going to get into the House tomorrow," Heritage
answered, "and if he can show me a way so much the better.
He's a spirited youth. Do you breed many like him in Glasgow?"