He was not a man whom you could put out of countenance, and his face changed no more than if he had been expecting me there for a twelvemonth; but there was something in his eyes which let me know that he would have paid a good price to have me back on the brae path again.

“Hullo!” said I, “what are you doing here?”

“I may ask you that,” said he.

“I came up because I saw your face at the window.”

“And I because, as you may well have observed, I have very much interest for all that has to do with the military, and, of course, castles are among them.  You will excuse me for one moment, my dear Jack.”

And he stepped out suddenly through the hole in the wall, so as to be out of my sight.

But I was very much too curious to excuse him so easily.  I shifted my ground swiftly to see what it was that he was after.  He was standing outside, and waving his hand frantically, as in a signal.

“What are you doing?” I cried; and then, running out to his side, I looked across the moors to see whom he was beckoning to.

“You go too far, sir,” said he, angrily; “I didn’t thought you would have gone so far.  A gentleman has the freedom to act as he choose without your being the spy upon him.  If we are to be friends, you must not interfere in my affairs.”

“I don’t like these secret doings,” said I, “and my father would not like them either.”

“Your father can speak for himself, and there is no secret,” said he, curtly.  “It is you with your imaginings that make a secret.  Ta, ta, ta!  I have no patience with such foolishness.”

And without as much as a nod, he turned his back upon me, and started walking swiftly to West Inch.

Well, I followed him, and in the worst of tempers; for I had a feeling that there was some mischief in the wind, and yet I could not for the life of me think what it all meant.  Again I found myself puzzling over the whole mystery of this man’s coming, and of his long residence among us.  And whom could he have expected to meet at the Peel Tower?  Was the fellow a spy, and was it some brother spy who came to speak with him there?  But that was absurd.  What could there be to spy about in Berwickshire?  And besides, Major Elliott knew all about him, and he would not show him such respect if there were anything amiss.

I had just got as far as this in my thoughts when I heard a cheery hail, and there was the Major himself coming down the hill from his house, with his big bulldog Bounder held in leash.  This dog was a savage creature, and had caused more than one accident on the countryside; but the Major was very fond of it, and would never go out without it, though he kept it tied with a good thick thong of leather.  Well, just as I was looking at the Major, waiting for him to come up, he stumbled with his lame leg over a branch of gorse, and in recovering himself he let go his hold of the leash, and in an instant there was the beast of a dog flying down the hillside in my direction.