Chapter ElevenIgnoring my nagging conscience, I was becoming quite adept at sneaking out of the house at night. Wearing my usual dark clothing, with Father's tricorne hat on my head, I travelled my usual route out the side door into the biting darkness of the night. Having learned from past experience, I carried a lantern to enable me to see the path and a stout stick for protection.
I knew the path well from our house to the edge of the policies. Beyond that, I was not quite so certain. I had deliberately chosen a site on the fringes of Lammermuir, but I hurried there with an occasional stumble over hidden rocks and tangled heather. All the time I wondered if my captain would turn up. I trusted him, of course, but he was a fugitive from justice. Would he venture so close to the house of
