“Maister Ralph Peden, Maister Ralph Peden.”

Ralph nearly fell backward over the parapet in his astonishment.

“Who is that calling on me?” he asked in wonder.

“Wha but juist daft Jock Gordon?  The hangman haesna catchit him yet, an’ thank ye kindly—­na, nor ever wull.”

“Where are you, Jock, man?” said Ralph, willing to humour the instrument of God.

“The noo I’m on the shelf o’ the brig; a braw bed it maks, if it is raither narrow.  But graund practice for the narrow bed that I’ll get i’ the Dullarg kirkyaird some day or lang, unless they catch puir Jock and hang him.  Na, na,” said Jock with a canty kind of content in his voice, “they may luik a lang while or they wad think o’ luikin’ for him atween the foundation an’ the spring o’ the airch.  An’ that’s but yin o’ Jock Gordon’s hidie holes, an’ a braw an’ guid yin it is.  I hae seen this bit hole as fu’ o’ pairtricks and pheasants as it could hand, an’ a’ the keepers and their dowgs smellin’, and them could na find it oot.  Na, the water taks awa’ the smell.”

“Are ye not coming out, Jock?” queried Ralph.

“That’s as may be,” said Jock briefly.  “What do ye want wi’ Jock?”

“Come up,” said Ralph; “I shall tell you how ye can help me.  Ye ken that I helped you yestreen.”

“Weel, ye gied me an unco rive aff that blackguard frae the Castle, gin that was a guid turn, I ken na!”

So grumbling, Jock Gordon came to the upper level of the bridge, paddling unconcernedly with his bare feet and ragged trousers through the shallows.

“Weel, na—­hae ye a snuff aboot ye, noo that I am here?  No—­dear sirce, what wad I no do for a snuff?”

“Jock,” said Ralph, “I shall have to walk to Edinburgh.  I must start in the morning.”

“Ye’ll hae plenty o’ sillar, nae doot?” said Jock practically.

Ralph felt his pockets.  In that wild place it was not his custom to carry money, and he had not even the few shillings which were in his purse at the manse.

“I am sorry to say,” he said, “that I have no money with me.”

“Then ye’ll be better o’ Jock Gordon wi’ ye?” said Jock promptly.

Ralph saw that it would not do to be saddled with Jock in the city, where it might be necessary for him to begin a new career immediately; so he gently broke the difficulties to Jock.

“Deed na, ye needna be feared; Jock wadna set a fit in a toon.  There’s ower mony nesty imps o’ boys, rinnin’ an’ cloddin’ stanes at puir Jock, forby caa’in’ him names.  Syne he loses his temper wi’ them an’ then he micht do them an injury an’ get himsel’ intil the gaol.  Na, na, when Jock sees the blue smoor o’ Auld Reeky gaun up into the lift he’ll turn an’ gae hame.”

“Well, Jock,” said Ralph, “it behooves me to see Mistress Winsome before I go.  Ye ken she and I are good friends.”

“So’s you an’ me; but had puir Jock no cried up till ye, ye wad hae gane aff to Embra withoot as muckle as ’Fairguide’en to ye, Jock.’”