“We shall be doing now,” cries I, as soon as I spied masts.  “Let us walk here by the harbour.  We are sure to meet some that has the English, and at the best of it we may light upon that very ship.”

We did the next best, as happened; for about nine of the evening, whom should we walk into the arms of but Captain Sang?  He told us they had made their run in the most incredible brief time, the wind holding strong until they reached port; by which means his passengers were all gone already on their further travels.  It was impossible to chase after the Gebbies into High Germany, and we had no other acquaintance to fall back upon but Captain Sang himself.  It was the more gratifying to find the man friendly and wishful to assist.  He made it a small affair to find some good plain family of merchants, where Catriona might harbour till the Rose was loaden; declared he would then blithely carry her back to Leith for nothing and see her safe in the hands of Mr. Gregory; and in the meanwhile carried us to a late ordinary for the meal we stood in need of.  He seemed extremely friendly, as I say, but what surprised me a good deal, rather boisterous in the bargain; and the cause of this was soon to appear.  For at the ordinary, calling for Rhenish wine and drinking of it deep, he soon became unutterably tipsy.  In, this case, as too common with all men, but especially with those of his rough trade, what little sense or manners he possessed deserted him; and he behaved himself so scandalous to the young lady, jesting most ill-favoredly at the figure she had made on the ship’s rail, that I had no resource but carry her suddenly away.

She came out of that ordinary clinging to me close.  “Take me away, David,” she said. “You keep me.  I am not afraid with you.”

“And have no cause, my little friend!” cried I, and could have found it in my heart to weep.

“Where will you be taking me?” she said again.  “Don’t leave me at all events, never leave me.”

“Where am I taking you indeed?” says I stopping, for I had been staving on ahead in mere blindness.  “I must stop and think.  But I’ll not leave you, Catriona; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if I should fail or fash you.”

She crept closer in to me by way of a reply.

“Here,” I said, “is the stillest place that we have hit on yet in this busy byke of a city.  Let us sit down here under yon tree and consider of our course.”

That tree (which I am little like to forget) stood hard by the harbour side.  It was a black night, but lights were in the houses, and nearer hand in the quiet ships; there was a shining of the city on the one hand, and a buzz hung over it of many thousands walking and talking; on the other, it was dark and the water bubbled on the sides.  I spread my cloak upon a builder’s stone, and made her sit there; she would have kept her hold upon me, for she still shook with the late affronts; but I wanted to think