About four o'clock
He wondered if any of his forbears had been Covenanters ; it comforted him to think that some old progenitor might have hunkered behind turf walls and been chased for his life in the heather . `` Just like me , '' he reflected . `` But the dragoons were n't foreigners , and there was a kind of decency about Claverhouse too . '' About four o'clock Dougal presented himself in the back kitchen . He was an even wilder figure than usual , for his bare legs were mud to the knees , his kilt and shirt clung sopping to his body , and , having lost his hat , his wet hair was plastered over his eyes . Mrs. Morran said , not unkindly , that he looked `` like a wull-cat glowerin ' through a whin buss . '' `` How are you , Dougal ? ''