midday
He was talking Gaelic this time -- good Gaelic it sounded , and in that knot of idlers he would have passed for the ordinariest kind of gillie . He did not see me , and I had no desire to give him the chance , for I had an odd feeling that the day might come when it would be good for us to meet as strangers . That night I put up boldly in the inn at Broadford , where they fed me nobly on fresh sea-trout and I first tasted an excellent liqueur made of honey and whisky . Next morning I was early afoot , and well before midday was in sight of the narrows of the Kyle , and the two little stone clachans which face each other across the strip of sea . About two miles from the place at a turn of the road I came upon a farmer 's gig , drawn up by the wayside , with the horse cropping the moorland grass . A man sat on the bank smoking , with his left arm hooked in the reins . He was an oldish man , with a short , square figure , and a woollen comforter enveloped his throat .