Four o'clock
The only thing that may be said to have happened was that he did not wear breeks . As a matter of fact , Macgregor , with his sturdy figure , carried his kilt rather well . The lanky William , however , gave the impression that he was growing out of it perceptibly , yet inevitably . Four o'clock saw them started on their way , and with every step from the camp , which now seemed a lost refuge , their kilts felt shorter , their legs longer , their knees larger , their person smaller . Conversation soon dried up . Willie whistled tunelessly through his teeth ; Macgregor kept his jaw set and occasionally and inadvertently kicked a loose stone . Down on the main road an electric car bound for Glasgow hove in sight .