icating land and the dotted lines sea journeys.]

At eight o'clock that night the little party embarked. The Prince took a
most affecting farewell of Malcolm MacLeod. With courtly punctilio he
sent a note to Donald Roy to tell of his safe departure, then pressed
ten guineas--almost his last--on his friend's acceptance, smoked a last
pipe with him, and finally presented him with the invaluable 'cutty.'

CHAPTER IV

ON THE MAINLAND

TO understand the Prince's proceedings for the next few weeks it is
necessary to have a clear idea of the country which was the scene of his
wanderings. From Loch Hourn (which opens opposite Sleat in Skye) on the
north down to Loch Shiel on the south a little group of wild and rugged
peninsulas run out into the Atlantic, called respectively Knoydart,
Morar, Arisaig, and Moidart. Between these deep narrow lochs run far
inland. Loch Nevis lies between Knoydart and Morar; Loch Morar, a
freshwater loch, cuts off the peninsula of the same name from Arisaig,
and this again is separated from Moidart by Lochs Nanuagh and Aylort,
and Loch Shiel separates the whole group from Ardnamurchan in the south.
The wild, inaccessible nature of the country, the deep valleys and many
rocky hollows in the hills offered many hiding-places; but a glance at
the map will show that a vigilant enemy by stationing men-of-war in all
the lochs and drawing a cordon of soldiers from the head of Loch Hourn
to the head of Loch Shiel, could draw the net so tightly that escape
would be nearly impossible.

In these first days of July, however, the search was still chiefly
confined to the Long Island and Skye, and Charles got a clear start of
his enemies. On July 5, in the early morning, he and his faithful
Mackinnons landed at a place named Mallach on Loch Nevis, and spent the
next three days in the open. They were in a good deal of perplexity as
to their next movements, and when Charles learned that old Clanranald
was staying in the neighbourhood, at the home of his kinsman Scothouse,
he sent to ask his advice and help, expecting confidently to find the
old faithful kindness that had helped him in Uist. But the old gentleman
had had enough of danger and suffering in the Prince's cause; his son
was a fugitive, his brother a prisoner, he himself was in hiding. The
sudden appearance of Mackinnon startled him into a state of nervous
terror, and he declared querulously that he could do no more nor knew
anyone else who could giv