not going to risk what of her good name poor Lizzy had left: like
the books of the Sibyl, that grew in value. He made, however, but
one threatful stride towards the factor, for the great man turned
and fled.

The moment he was out of sight, Malcolm unlocked the door, led
Lizzy out, and brought her through the tunnel to the sands. There
he left her, and set out for Scaurnose.



CHAPTER VII: BLUE PETER


The door of Blue Peter's cottage was opened by his sister. Not
much at home in the summer, when she carried fish to the country,
she was very little absent in the winter, and as there was but one
room for all uses, except the closet bedroom and the garret at the
top of the ladder, Malcolm, instead of going in, called to his
friend, whom he saw by the fire with his little Phemy upon his
knee, to come out and speak to him.

Blue Peter at once obeyed the summons.

"There's naething wrang, I houp, Ma'colm?" he said, as he closed
the door behind him.

"Maister Graham wad say," returned Malcolm, "naething ever was
wrang but what ye did wrang yersel', or wadna pit richt whan ye
had a chance. I ha'e him nae mair to gang till, Joseph, an' sae I'm