Kidnapped

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KIDNAPPED

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Illustrated by Louis Rhead

BEING
MEMOIRS OF THE ADVENTURES OF
DAVID BALFOUR
IN THE YEAR 1751
HOW HE WAS KIDNAPPED AND CAST AWAY; HIS SUFFERINGS IN
A DESERT ISLE; HIS JOURNEY IN THE WILD HIGHLANDS;
HIS ACQUAINTANCE WITH ALAN BRECK STEWART
AND OTHER NOTORIOUS HIGHLAND JACOBITES;
WITH ALL THAT HE SUFFERED AT THE
HANDS OF HIS UNCLE,road trips gift ideas with science kits EBENEZER
BALFOUR OF SHAWS, FALSELY
SO CALLED

WRITTEN BY HIMSELF AND NOW SET FORTH BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
WITH A PREFACE BY MRS. STEVENSON

PREFACE TO THE BIOGRAPHICAL EDITION

While my husband and Mr. Henley were engaged in writing plays in Bournemouththey made a number of titles, hoping to use them in the future. Dramaticcomposition was not what my husband preferred, but the torrent of Mr. Henley’senthusiasm swept him off his feet. However, after several plays had beenfinished, and his health seriously impaired by his endeavours to keep up withMr. Henley, play writing was abandoned forever, and my husband returned to hislegitimate vocation. Having added one of the titles, The Hanging Judge, to thelist of projected plays, now thrown aside, and emboldened by my husband’s offerto give me any help needed, I concluded to try and write it myself.

As I wanted a trial scene in the Old Bailey, I chose the period of 1700 for mypurpose; but being shamefully ignorant of my subject, and my husband confessingto little more knowledge than I possessed, a London bookseller was commissionedto send us everything he could procure bearing on Old Bailey trials. A greatpackage came in response to our order, and very soon we were both absorbed, notso much in the trials as in following the brilliant career of a Mr. Garrow, whoappeared as counsel in many of the cases. We sent for more books, and yet more,still intent on Mr. Garrow, whose subtle cross-examination of witnesses andmasterly, if sometimes startling, methods of arriving at the truth seemed morethrilling to us than any novel.

Occasionally other trials than those of the Old Bailey would be included in thepackage of books we received from London; among these my husband found and readwith avidity:—

THE,
TRIAL
OF
JAMES STEWART
in Aucharn in Duror of Appin
FOR THE
Murder of COLIN CAMPBELL of Glenure, Efq;
Factor for His Majefty on the forfeited
Estate of Ardfhiel.

My husband was always interested in this period of his country’s history, andhad already the intention of writing a story that should turn on the Appinmurder. The tale was to be of a boy, David Balfour, supposed to belong to myhusband’s own family, who should travel in Scotland as though it were a foreigncountry, meeting with various adventures and misadventures by the way. From thetrial of James Stewart my husband gleaned much valuable material for his novel,the most important being the character of Alan Breck. Aside from havingdescribed him as “smallish in stature,” my husband seems to have taken AlanBreck’s personal appearance, even to his clothing, from the book.

A letter from James Stewart to Mr. John Macfarlane, introduced as evidence inthe trial, says: “There is one Alan Stewart, a distant friend of the lateArdshiel’s, who is in the French service, and came over in March last, as hesaid to some, in order to settle at home; to others, that he was to go soonback; and was, as I hear, the day that the murder was committed, seen not farfrom the place where it happened, and is not now to be seen; by which it isbelieved he was the actor. He is a desperate foolish fellow; and if he isguilty, came to the country for that very purpose. He is a tall, pock-pittedlad, very black hair, and wore a blue coat and metal buttons, an old red vest,and breeches of the same colour.” A second witness testified to having seen himwearing “a blue coat with silver buttons, a red waistcoat, black shag breeches,tartan hose, and a feathered hat, with a big coat, dun coloured,” a costumereferred to by one of the counsel as “French cloathes which were remarkable.”

There are many incidents given in the trial that point to Alan’s fiery spiritand Highland quickness to take offence. One witness “declared also That thesaid Alan Breck threatened that he would challenge Ballieveolan and his sons tofight because of his removing the declarant last year from Glenduror.” Onanother page: “Duncan Campbell, change-keeper at Annat, aged thirty-five years,married, witness cited, sworn, purged and examined ut supra, depones, That, inthe month of April last, the deponent met with Alan Breck Stewart, with whom hewas not acquainted, and John Stewart, in Auchnacoan, in the house of the walkmiller of Auchofragan, and went on with them to the house: Alan Breck Stewartsaid, that he hated all the name of Campbell; and the deponent said, he had noreason for doing so: But Alan said, he had very good reason for it: thatthereafter they left that house; and, after drinking a dram at another house,came to the deponent’s house, where they went in, and drunk some drams, andAlan Breck renewed the former Conversation; and the deponent, making the sameanswer, Alan said, that, if the deponent had any respect for his friends, hewould tell them, that if they offered to turn out the possessors of Ardshiel’sestate, he would make black cocks of them, before they entered into possessionby which the deponent understood shooting them, it being a common phrase in thecountry.”

Some time after the publication of Kidnapped we stopped for a short while inthe Appin country, where we were surprised and interested to discover that thefeeling concerning the murder of Glenure (the “Red Fox,” also called “ColinRoy”) was almost as keen as though the tragedy had taken place the day before.For several years my husband received letters of expostulation or commendationfrom members of the Campbell and Stewart clans. I have in my possession apaper, yellow with age, that was sent soon after the novel appeared, containing“The Pedigree of the Family of Appine,” wherein it is said that “Alan 3rd Baronof Appine was not killed at Flowdoun, tho there, but lived to a great old age.He married Cameron Daughter to Ewen Cameron of Lochiel.” Following this is aparagraph stating that “John Stewart 1st of Ardsheall of his descendants AlanBreck had better be omitted. Duncan Baan Stewart in Achindarroch his father wasa Bastard.”

One day, while my husband was busily at work, I sat beside him reading an oldcookery book called The Compleat Housewife: or Accomplish’d Gentlewoman’sCompanion. In the midst of receipts for “Rabbits, and Chickens mumbled, PickledSamphire, Skirret Pye, Baked Tansy,” and other forgotten delicacies, there weredirections for the preparation of several lotions for the preservation ofbeauty. One of these was so charming that I interrupted my husband to read italoud. “Just what I wanted!” he exclaimed; and the receipt for the “Lily of theValley Water” was instantly incorporated into Kidnapped.

F. V. DE G. S.

DEDICATION

MY DEAR CHARLES BAXTER:

If you ever read this tale, you will likely ask yourself more questions than Ishould care to answer: as for instance how the Appin murder has come to fall inthe year 1751, how the Torran rocks have crept so near to Earraid, or why theprinted trial is silent as to all that touches David Balfour. These are nutsbeyond my ability to crack. But if you tried me on the point of Alan’s guilt orinnocence, I think I could defend the reading of the text. To this day you willfind the tradition of Appin clear in Alan’s favour. If you inquire, you mayeven hear that the descendants of “the other man” who fired the shot are in thecountry to this day. But that other man’s name, inquire as you please, youshall not hear; for the Highlander values a secret for itself and for thecongenial exercise of keeping it. I might go on for long to justify one pointand own another indefensible; it is more honest to confess at once how little Iam touched by the desire of accuracy. This is no furniture for the scholar’slibrary, but a book for the winter evening school-room when the tasks are overand the hour for bed draws near; and honest Alan, who was a grim old fire-eaterin his day has in this new avatar no more desperate purpose than to steal someyoung gentleman’s attention from his Ovid, carry him awhile into the Highlandsand the last century, and pack him to bed with some engaging images to minglewith his dreams.

As for you, my dear Charles, I do not even ask you to like this tale. Butperhaps when he is older, your son will; he may then be pleased to find hisfather’s name on the fly-leaf; and in the meanwhile it pleases me to set itthere, in memory of many days that were happy and some (now perhaps as pleasantto remember) that were sad. If it is strange for me to look back from adistance both in time and space on these bygone adventures of our youth, itmust be stranger for you who tread the same streets—who may to-morrow open thedoor of the old Speculative, where we begin to rank with Scott and Robert Emmetand the beloved and inglorious Macbean—or may pass the corner of the closewhere that great society, the L. J. R., held its meetings and drank its beer,sitting in the seats of Burns and his companions. I think I see you, movingthere by plain daylight, beholding with your natural eyes those places thathave now become for your companion a part of the scenery of dreams. How, in theintervals of present business, the past must echo in your memory! Let it notecho often without some kind thoughts of your friend,

R.L.S. SKERRYVORE, BOURNEMOUTH.

CHAPTER I
I SET OFF UPON MY JOURNEY TO THE HOUSE OF SHAWS

will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the monthof June, the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for the last time out ofthe door of my father’s house. The sun began to shine upon the summit of thehills as I went down the road; and by the time I had come as far as the manse,the blackbirds were whistling in the garden lilacs, and the mist that hungaround the valley in the time of the dawn was beginning to arise and die away.

Mr. Campbell, the minister of Essendean, was waiting for me by the garden gate,good man! He asked me if I had breakfasted; and hearing that I lacked fornothing, he took my hand in both of his and clapped it kindly under his arm.

“Well, Davie, lad,” said he, “I will go with you as far as the ford, to set youon the way.” And we began to walk forward in silence.

“Are ye sorry to leave Essendean?” said he, after awhile.

“Why, sir,” said I, “if I knew where I was going, or what was likely to becomeof me, I would tell you candidly. Essendean is a good place indeed, and I havebeen very happy there; but then I have never been anywhere else. My father andmother, since they are both dead, I shall be no nearer to in Essendean than inthe Kingdom of Hungary, and, to speak truth, if I thought I had a chance tobetter myself where I was going I would go with a good will.”

“Ay?” said Mr. Campbell. “Very well, Davie. Then it behoves me to tell yourfortune; or so far as I may. When your mother was gone, and your father (theworthy, Christian man) began to sicken for his end, he gave me in charge acertain letter, which he said was your inheritance. ‘So soon,’ says he, ‘as Iam gone, and the house is redd up and the gear disposed of’ (all which, Davie,hath been done), ‘give my boy this letter into his hand, and start him off tothe house of Shaws, not far from Cramond. That is the place I came from,’ hesaid, ‘and it’s where it befits that my boy should return. He is a steady lad,’your father said, ‘and a canny goer; and I doubt not he will come safe, and bewell liked where he goes.’”

“The house of Shaws!” I cried. “What had my poor father to do with the house ofShaws?”

“Nay,” said Mr. Campbell, “who can tell that for a surety? But the name of thatfamily, Davie, boy, is the name you bear—Balfours of Shaws: an ancient, honest,reputable house, peradventure in these latter days decayed. Your father, too,was a man of learning as befitted his position; no man more plausibly conductedschool; nor had he the manner or the speech of a common dominie; but (as yewill yourself remember) I took aye a pleasure to have him to the manse to meetthe gentry; and those of my own house, Campbell of Kilrennet, Campbell ofDunswire, Campbell of Minch, and others, all well-kenned gentlemen, hadpleasure in his society. Lastly, to put all the elements of this affair beforeyou, here is the testamentary letter itself, superscrived by the own hand ofour departed brother.”

He gave me the letter, which was addressed in these words: “To the hands ofEbenezer Balfour, Esquire, of Shaws, in his house of Shaws, these will bedelivered by my son, David Balfour.” My heart was beating hard at this greatprospect now suddenly opening before a lad of seventeen years of age, the sonof a poor country dominie in the Forest of Ettrick.

“Mr. Campbell,” I stammered, “and if you were in my shoes, would you go?”

“Of a surety,” said the minister, “that would I, and without pause. A prettylad like you should get to Cramond (which is near in by Edinburgh) in two daysof walk. If the worst came to the worst, and your high relations (as I cannotbut suppose them to be somewhat of your blood) should put you to the door, yecan but walk the two days back again and risp at the manse door. But I wouldrather hope that ye shall be well received, as your poor father forecast foryou, and for anything that I ken come to be a great man in time. And here,Davie, laddie,” he resumed, “it lies near upon my conscience to improve thisparting, and set you on the right guard against the dangers of the world.”

Here he cast about for a comfortable seat, lighted on a big boulder under abirch by the trackside, sate down upon it with a very long, serious upper lip,and the sun now shining in upon us between two peaks, put hispocket-handkerchief over his cocked hat to shelter him. There, then, withuplifted forefinger, he first put me on my guard against a considerable numberof heresies, to which I had no temptation, and urged upon me to be instant inmy prayers and reading of the Bible. That done, he drew a picture of the greathouse that I was bound to, and how I should conduct myself with itsinhabitants.

“Be soople, Davie, in things immaterial,” said he. “Bear ye this in mind, that,though gentle born, ye have had a country rearing. Dinnae shame us, Davie,dinnae shame us! In yon great, muckle house, with all these domestics, upperand under, show yourself as nice, as circumspect, as quick at the conception,and as slow of speech as any. As for the laird—remember he’s the laird; I sayno more: honour to whom honour. It’s a pleasure to obey a laird; or should be,to the young.”

“Well, sir,” said I, “it may be; and I’ll promise you I’ll try to make it so.”

“Why, very well said,” replied Mr. Campbell, heartily. “And now to come to thematerial, or (to make a quibble) to the immaterial. I have here a little packetwhich contains four things.” He tugged it, as he spoke, and with some greatdifficulty, from the skirt pocket of his coat. “Of these four things, the firstis your legal due: the little pickle money for your father’s books andplenishing, which I have bought (as I have explained from the first) in thedesign of re-selling at a profit to the incoming dominie. The other three aregifties that Mrs. Campbell and myself would be blithe of your acceptance. Thefirst, which is round, will likely please ye best at the first off-go; but, ODavie, laddie, it’s but a drop of water in the sea; it’ll help you but a step,and vanish like the morning. The second, which is flat and square and writtenupon, will stand by you through life, like a good staff for the road, and agood pillow to your head in sickness. And as for the last, which is cubical,that’ll see you, it’s my prayerful wish, into a better land.”

With that he got upon his feet, took off his hat, and prayed a little whilealoud, and in affecting terms, for a young man setting out into the world; thensuddenly took me in his arms and embraced me very hard; then held me at arm’slength, looking at me with his face all working with sorrow; and then whippedabout, and crying good-bye to me, set off backward by the way that we had comeat a sort of jogging run. It might have been laughable to another; but I was inno mind to laugh. I watched him as long as he was in sight; and he neverstopped hurrying, nor once looked back. Then it came in upon my mind that thiswas all his sorrow at my departure; and my conscience smote me hard and fast,because I, for my part, was overjoyed to get away out of that quietcountry-side, and go to a great, busy house, among rich and respectedgentlefolk of my own name and blood.

“Davie, Davie,” I thought, “was ever seen such black ingratitude? Can youforget old favours and old friends at the mere whistle of a name? Fie, fie;think shame.”

And I sat down on the boulder the good man had just left, and opened the parcelto see the nature of my gifts. That which he had called cubical, I had neverhad much doubt of; sure enough it was a little Bible, to carry in a plaid-neuk.That which he had called round, I found to be a shilling piece; and the third,which was to help me so wonderfully both in health and sickness all the days ofmy life, was a little piece of coarse yellow paper, written upon thus in redink:

“TOMAKELILLY OF THEVALLEYWATER.—Take the flowers of lilly of thevalley and distil them in sack, and drink a spooneful or two as there isoccasion. It restores speech to those that have the dumb palsey. It is goodagainst the Gout; it comforts the heart and strengthens the memory; and theflowers, put into a Glasse, close stopt, and set into ane hill of ants for amonth, then take it out, and you will find a liquor which comes from theflowers, which keep in a vial; it is good, ill or well, and whether man orwoman.”

And then, in the minister’s own hand, was added:

“Likewise for sprains, rub it in; and for the cholic, a great spooneful in thehour.”

To be sure, I laughed over this; but it was rather tremulous laughter; and Iwas glad to get my bundle on my staff’s end and set out over the ford and upthe hill upon the farther side; till, just as I came on the green drove-roadrunning wide through the heather, I took my last look of Kirk Essendean, thetrees about the manse, and the big rowans in the kirkyard where my father andmy mother lay.

CHAPTER II
I COME TO MY JOURNEY’S END

n the forenoon of the second day, coming to the top of a hill, I saw all thecountry fall away before me down to the sea; and in the midst of this descent,on a long ridge, the city of Edinburgh smoking like a kiln. There was a flagupon the castle, and ships moving or lying anchored in the firth; both ofwhich, for as far away as they were, I could distinguish clearly; and bothbrought my country heart into my mouth.

Presently after, I came by a house where a shepherd lived, and got a roughdirection for the neighbourhood of Cramond; and so, from one to another, workedmy way to the westward of the capital by Colinton, till I came out upon theGlasgow road. And there, to my great pleasure and wonder, I beheld a regimentmarching to the fifes, every foot in time; an old red-faced general on a greyhorse at the one end, and at the other the company of Grenadiers, with theirPope’s-hats. The pride of life seemed to mount into my brain at the sight ofthe red coats and the hearing of that merry music.

A little farther on, and I was told I was in Cramond parish, and began tosubstitute in my inquiries the name of the house of Shaws. It was a word thatseemed to surprise those of whom I sought my way. At first I thought theplainness of my appearance, in my country habit, and that all dusty from theroad, consorted ill with the greatness of the place to which I was bound. Butafter two, or maybe three, had given me the same look and the same answer, Ibegan to take it in my head there was something strange about the Shaws itself.

The better to set this fear at rest, I changed the form of my inquiries; andspying an honest fellow coming along a lane on the shaft of his cart, I askedhim if he had ever heard tell of a house they called the house of Shaws.

He stopped his cart and looked at me, like the others.

“Ay” said he. “What for?”

“It’s a great house?” I asked.

“Doubtless,” says he. “The house is a big, muckle house.”

“Ay,” said I, “but the folk that are in it?”

“Folk?” cried he. “Are ye daft? There’s nae folk there—to call folk.”

“What?” say I; “not Mr. Ebenezer?”

“Ou, ay” says the man; “there’s the laird, to be sure, if it’s him you’rewanting. What’ll like be your business, mannie?”

“I was led to think that I would get a situation,” I said, looking as modest asI could.

“What?” cries the carter, in so sharp a note that his very horse started; andthen, “Well, mannie,” he added, “it’s nane of my affairs; but ye seem adecent-spoken lad; and if ye’ll take a word from me, ye’ll keep clear of theShaws.”

The next person I came across was a dapper little man in a beautiful white wig,whom I saw to be a barber on his rounds; and knowing well that barbers weregreat gossips, I asked him plainly what sort of a man was Mr. Balfour of theShaws.

“Hoot, hoot, hoot,” said the barber, “nae kind of a man, nae kind of a man atall;” and began to ask me very shrewdly what my business was; but I was morethan a match for him at that, and he went on to his next customer no wiser thanhe came.

I cannot well describe the blow this dealt to my illusions. The more indistinctthe accusations were, the less I liked them, for they left the wider field tofancy. What kind of a great house was this, that all the parish should startand stare to be asked the way to it? or what sort of a gentleman, that hisill-fame should be thus current on the wayside? If an hour’s walking would havebrought me back to Essendean, I had left my adventure then and there, andreturned to Mr. Campbell’s. But when I had come so far a way already, mereshame would not suffer me to desist till I had put the matter to the touch ofproof; I was bound, out of mere self-respect, to carry it through; and littleas I liked the sound of what I heard, and slow as I began to travel, I stillkept asking my way and still kept advancing.

It was drawing on to sundown when I met a stout, dark, sour-looking womancoming trudging down a hill; and she, when I had put my usual question, turnedsharp about, accompanied me back to the summit she had just left, and pointedto a great bulk of building standing very bare upon a green in the bottom ofthe next valley. The country was pleasant round about, running in low hills,pleasantly watered and wooded, and the crops, to my eyes, wonderfully good; butthe house itself appeared to be a kind of ruin; no road led up to it; no smokearose from any of the chimneys; nor was there any semblance of a garden. Myheart sank. “That!” I cried.

The woman’s face lit up with a malignant anger. “That is the house of Shaws!”she cried. “Blood built it; blood stopped the building of it; blood shall bringit down. See here!” she cried again—“I spit upon the ground, and crack my thumbat it! Black be its fall! If ye see the laird, tell him what ye hear; tell himthis makes the twelve hunner and nineteen time that Jennet Clouston has calleddown the curse on him and his house, byre and stable, man, guest, and master,wife, miss, or bairn—black, black be their fall!”

And the woman, whose voice had risen to a kind of eldritch sing-song, turnedwith a skip, and was gone. I stood where she left me, with my hair on end. Inthose days folk still believed in witches and trembled at a curse; and thisone, falling so pat, like a wayside omen, to arrest me ere I carried out mypurpose, took the pith out of my legs.

I sat me down and stared at the house of Shaws. The more I looked, thepleasanter that country-side appeared; being all set with hawthorn bushes fullof flowers; the fields dotted with sheep; a fine flight of rooks in the sky;and every sign of a kind soil and climate; and yet the barrack in the midst ofit went sore against my fancy.

Country folk went by from the fields as I sat there on the side of the ditch,but I lacked the spirit to give them a good-e’en. At last the sun went down,and then, right up against the yellow sky, I saw a scroll of smoke go mounting,not much thicker, as it seemed to me, than the smoke of a candle; but stillthere it was, and meant a fire, and warmth, and cookery, and some livinginhabitant that must have lit it; and this comforted my heart.

So I set forward by a little faint track in the grass that led in my direction.It was very faint indeed to be the only way to a place of habitation; yet I sawno other. Presently it brought me to stone uprights, with an unroofed lodgebeside them, and coats of arms upon the top. A main entrance it was plainlymeant to be, but never finished; instead of gates of wrought iron, a pair ofhurdles were tied across with a straw rope; and as there were no park walls,nor any sign of avenue, the track that I was following passed on the right handof the pillars, and went wandering on toward the house.

The nearer I got to that, the drearier it appeared. It seemed like the one wingof a house that had never been finished. What should have been the inner endstood open on the upper floors, and showed against the sky with steps andstairs of uncompleted masonry. Many of the windows were unglazed, and bats flewin and out like doves out of a dove-cote.

The night had begun to fall as I got close; and in three of the lower windows,which were very high up and narrow, and well barred, the changing light of alittle fire began to glimmer. Was this the palace I had been coming to? Was itwithin these walls that I was to seek new friends and begin great fortunes?Why, in my father’s house on Essen-Waterside, the fire and the bright lightswould show a mile away, and the door open to a beggar’s knock!

I came forward cautiously, and giving ear as I came, heard some one rattlingwith dishes, and a little dry, eager cough that came in fits; but there was nosound of speech, and not a dog barked.

The door, as well as I could see it in the dim light, was a great piece of woodall studded with nails; and I lifted my hand with a faint heart under myjacket, and knocked once. Then I stood and waited. The house had fallen into adead silence; a whole minute passed away, and nothing stirred but the batsoverhead. I knocked again, and hearkened again. By this time my ears had grownso accustomed to the quiet, that I could hear the ticking of the clock insideas it slowly counted out the seconds; but whoever was in that house kept deadlystill, and must have held his breath.

I was in two minds whether to run away; but anger got the upper hand, and Ibegan instead to rain kicks and buffets on the door, and to shout out aloud forMr. Balfour. I was in full career, when I heard the cough right overhead, andjumping back and looking up, beheld a man’s head in a tall nightcap, and thebell mouth of a blunderbuss, at one of the first-storey windows.

“It’s loaded,” said a voice.

“I have come here with a letter,” I said, “to Mr. Ebenezer Balfour of Shaws. Ishe here?”

“From whom is it?” asked the man with the blunderbuss.

“That is neither here nor there,” said I, for I was growing very wroth.

“Well,” was the reply, “ye can put it down upon the doorstep, and be off withye.”

“I will do no such thing,” I cried. “I will deliver it into Mr. Balfour’shands, as it was meant I should. It is a letter of introduction.”

“A what?” cried the voice, sharply.

I repeated what I had said.

“Who are ye, yourself?” was the next question, after a considerable pause.

“I am not ashamed of my name,” said I. “They call me David Balfour.”

At that, I made sure the man started, for I heard the blunderbuss rattle on thewindow-sill; and it was after quite a long pause, and with a curious change ofvoice, that the next question followed:

“Is your father dead?”

I was so much surprised at this, that I could find no voice to answer, butstood staring.

“Ay,” the man resumed, “he’ll be dead, no doubt; and that’ll be what brings yechapping to my door.” Another pause, and then defiantly, “Well, man,” he said,“I’ll let ye in;” and he disappeared from the window.

CHAPTER III
I MAKE ACQUAINTANCE OF MY UNCLE

resently there came a great rattling of chains and bolts, and the door wascautiously opened and shut to again behind me as soon as I had passed.

“Go into the kitchen and touch naething,” said the voice; and while the personof the house set himself to replacing the defences of the door, I groped my wayforward and entered the kitchen.

The fire had burned up fairly bright, and showed me the barest room I think Iever put my eyes on. Half-a-dozen dishes stood upon the shelves; the table waslaid for supper with a bowl of porridge, a horn spoon, and a cup of small beer.Besides what I have named, there was not another thing in that great,stone-vaulted, empty chamber but lockfast chests arranged along the wall and acorner cupboard with a padlock.

As soon as the last chain was up, the man rejoined me. He was a mean, stooping,narrow-shouldered, clay-faced creature; and his age might have been anythingbetween fifty and seventy. His nightcap was of flannel, and so was thenightgown that he wore, instead of coat and waistcoat, over his ragged shirt.He was long unshaved; but what most distressed and even daunted me, he wouldneither take his eyes away from me nor look me fairly in the face. What he was,whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom; but he seemed mostlike an old, unprofitable serving-man, who should have been left in charge ofthat big house upon board wages.

“Are ye sharp-set?” he asked, glancing at about the level of my knee. “Ye caneat that drop parritch?”

I said I feared it was his own supper.

“O,” said he, “I can do fine wanting it. I’ll take the ale, though, for itslockens^[1]my cough.” He drank thecup about half out, still keeping an eye upon me as he drank; and then suddenlyheld out his hand. “Let’s see the letter,” said he.

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I told him the letter was for Mr. Balfour; not for him.

“And who do ye think I am?” says he. “Give me Alexander’s letter.”

“You know my father’s name?”

“It would be strange if I didnae,” he returned, “for he was my born brother;and little as ye seem to like either me or my house, or my good parritch, I’myour born uncle, Davie, my man, and you my born nephew. So give us the letter,and sit down and fill your kyte.”

If I had been some years younger, what with shame, weariness, anddisappointment, I believe I had burst into tears. As it was, I could find nowords, neither black nor white, but handed him the letter, and sat down to theporridge with as little appetite for meat as ever a young man had.

Meanwhile, my uncle, stooping over the fire, turned the letter over and over inhis hands.

“Do ye ken what’s in it?” he asked, suddenly.

“You see for yourself, sir,” said I, “that the seal has not been broken.”

“Ay,” said he, “but what brought you here?”

“To give the letter,” said I.

“No,” says he, cunningly, “but ye’ll have had some hopes, nae doubt?”

“I confess, sir,” said I, “when I was told that I had kinsfolk well-to-do, Idid indeed indulge the hope that they might help me in my life. But I am nobeggar; I look for no favours at your hands, and I want none that are notfreely given. For as poor as I appear, I have friends of my own that will beblithe to help me.”

“Hoot-toot!” said Uncle Ebenezer, “dinnae fly up in the snuff at me. We’llagree fine yet. And, Davie, my man, if you’re done with that bit parritch, Icould just take a sup of it myself. Ay,” he continued, as soon as he had oustedme from the stool and spoon, “they’re fine, halesome food—they’re grand food,parritch.” He murmured a little grace to himself and fell to. “Your father wasvery fond of his meat, I mind; he was a hearty, if not a great eater; but asfor me, I could never do mair than pyke at food.” He took a pull at the smallbeer, which probably reminded him of hospitable duties, for his next speech ranthus: “If ye’re dry ye’ll find water behind the door.”

To this I returned no answer, standing stiffly on my two feet, and looking downupon my uncle with a mighty angry heart. He, on his part, continued to eat likea man under some pressure of time, and to throw out little darting glances nowat my shoes and now at my home-spun stockings. Once only, when he had venturedto look a little higher, our eyes met; and no thief taken with a hand in aman’s pocket could have shown more lively signals of distress. This set me in amuse, whether his timidity arose from too long a disuse of any human company;and whether perhaps, upon a little trial, it might pass off, and my unclechange into an altogether different man. From this I was awakened by his sharpvoice.

“Your father’s been long dead?” he asked.

“Three weeks, sir,” said I.

“He was a secret man, Alexander—a secret, silent man,” he continued. “He neversaid muckle when he was young. He’ll never have spoken muckle of me?”

“I never knew, sir, till you told it me yourself, that he had any brother.”

“Dear me, dear me!” said Ebenezer. “Nor yet of Shaws, I dare say?”

“Not so much as the name, sir,” said I.

“To think o’ that!” said he. “A strange nature of a man!” For all that, heseemed singularly satisfied, but whether with himself, or me, or with thisconduct of my father’s, was more than I could read. Certainly, however, heseemed to be outgrowing that distaste, or ill-will, that he had conceived atfirst against my person; for presently he jumped up, came across the roombehind me, and hit me a smack upon the shoulder. “We’ll agree fine yet!” hecried. “I’m just as glad I let you in. And now come awa’ to your bed.”

To my surprise, he lit no lamp or candle, but set forth into the dark passage,groped his way, breathing deeply, up a flight of steps, and paused before adoor, which he unlocked. I was close upon his heels, having stumbled after himas best I might; and then he bade me go in, for that was my chamber. I did ashe bid, but paused after a few steps, and begged a light to go to bed with.

“Hoot-toot!” said Uncle Ebenezer, “there’s a fine moon.”

“Neither moon nor star, sir, and pit-mirk,”^[2]said I. “I cannae see the bed.”

[2]Dark as the pit.

“Hoot-toot, hoot-toot!” said he. “Lights in a house is a thing I dinnae agreewith. I’m unco feared of fires. Good-night to ye, Davie, my man.” And before Ihad time to add a further protest, he pulled the door to, and I heard him lockme in from the outside.

I did not know whether to laugh or cry. The room was as cold as a well, and thebed, when I had found my way to it, as damp as a peat-hag; but by good fortuneI had caught up my bundle and my plaid, and rolling myself in the latter, I laydown upon the floor under lee of the big bedstead, and fell speedily asleep.

With the first peep of day I opened my eyes, to find myself in a great chamber,hung with stamped leather, furnished with fine embroidered furniture, and litby three fair windows. Ten years ago, or perhaps twenty, it must have been aspleasant a room to lie down or to awake in as a man could wish; but damp, dirt,disuse, and the mice and spiders had done their worst since then. Many of thewindow-panes, besides, were broken; and indeed this was so common a feature inthat house, that I believe my uncle must at some time have stood a siege fromhis indignant neighbours—perhaps with Jennet Clouston at their head.

Meanwhile the sun was shining outside; and being very cold in that miserableroom, I knocked and shouted till my gaoler came and let me out. He carried meto the back of the house, where was a draw-well, and told me to “wash my facethere, if I wanted;” and when that was done, I made the best of my own way backto the kitchen, where he had lit the fire and was making the porridge. Thetable was laid with two bowls and two horn spoons, but the same single measureof small beer. Perhaps my eye rested on this particular with some surprise, andperhaps my uncle observed it; for he spoke up as if in answer to my thought,asking me if I would like to drink ale—for so he called it.

I told him such was my habit, but not to put himself about.

“Na, na,” said he; “I’ll deny you nothing in reason.”

He fetched another cup from the shelf; and then, to my great surprise, insteadof drawing more beer, he poured an accurate half from one cup to the other.There was a kind of nobleness in this that took my breath away; if my uncle wascertainly a miser, he was one of that thorough breed that goes near to make thevice respectable.

When we had made an end of our meal, my uncle Ebenezer unlocked a drawer, anddrew out of it a clay pipe and a lump of tobacco, from which he cut one fillbefore he locked it up again. Then he sat down in the sun at one of the windowsand silently smoked. From time to time his eyes came coasting round to me, andhe shot out one of his questions. Once it was, “And your mother?” and when Ihad told him that she, too, was dead, “Ay, she was a bonnie lassie!” Then,after another long pause, “Whae were these friends o’ yours?”

I told him they were different gentlemen of the name of Campbell; though,indeed, there was only one, and that the minister, that had ever taken theleast note of me; but I began to think my uncle made too light of my position,and finding myself all alone with him, I did not wish him to suppose mehelpless.

He seemed to turn this over in his mind; and then, “Davie, my man,” said he,“ye’ve come to the right bit when ye came to your uncle Ebenezer. I’ve a greatnotion of the family, and I mean to do the right by you; but while I’m taking abit think to mysel’ of what’s the best thing to put you to—whether the law, orthe meenistry, or maybe the army, whilk is what boys are fondest of—I wouldnaelike the Balfours to be humbled before a wheen Hieland Campbells, and I’ll askyou to keep your tongue within your teeth. Nae letters; nae messages; no kindof word to onybody; or else—there’s my door.”

“Uncle Ebenezer,” said I, “I’ve no manner of reason to suppose you meananything but well by me. For all that, I would have you to know that I have apride of my own. It was by no will of mine that I came seeking you; and if youshow me your door again, I’ll take you at the word.”

He seemed grievously put out. “Hoots-toots,” said he, “ca’ cannie, man—ca’cannie! Bide a day or two. I’m nae warlock, to find a fortune for you in thebottom of a parritch bowl; but just you give me a day or two, and say naethingto naebody, and as sure as sure, I’ll do the right by you.”

“Very well,” said I, “enough said. If you want to help me, there’s no doubt butI’ll be glad of it, and none but I’ll be grateful.”

It seemed to me (too soon, I dare say) that I was getting the upper hand of myuncle; and I began next to say that I must have the bed and bedclothes airedand put to sun-dry; for nothing would make me sleep in such a pickle.

“Is this my house or yours?” said he, in his keen voice, and then all of asudden broke off. “Na, na,” said he, “I didnae mean that. What’s mine is yours,Davie, my man, and what’s yours is mine. Blood’s thicker than water; andthere’s naebody but you and me that ought the name.” And then on he rambledabout the family, and its ancient greatness, and his father that began toenlarge the house, and himself that stopped the building as a sinful waste; andthis put it in my head to give him Jennet Clouston’s message.

“The limmer!” he cried. “Twelve hunner and fifteen—that’s every day since I hadthe limmer rowpit!^[3]Dod, David,I’ll have her roasted on red peats before I’m by with it! A witch—a proclaimedwitch! I’ll aff and see the session clerk.”

[3]Sold up.

And with that he opened a chest, and got out a very old and well-preserved bluecoat and waistcoat, and a good enough beaver hat, both without lace. These hethrew on any way, and taking a staff from the cupboard, locked all up again,and was for setting out, when a thought arrested him.

“I cannae leave you by yoursel’ in the house,” said he. “I’ll have to lock youout.”

The blood came to my face. “If you lock me out,” I said, “it’ll be the lastyou’ll see of me in friendship.”

He turned very pale, and sucked his mouth in.

“This is no the way,” he said, looking wickedly at a corner of the floor—“thisis no the way to win my favour, David.”

“Sir,” says I, “with a proper reverence for your age and our common blood, I donot value your favour at a boddle’s purchase. I was brought up to have a goodconceit of myself; and if you were all the uncle, and all the family, I had inthe world ten times over, I wouldn’t buy your liking at such prices.”

Uncle Ebenezer went and looked out of the window for awhile. I could see himall trembling and twitching, like a man with palsy. But when he turned round,he had a smile upon his face.

“Well, well,” said he, “we must bear and forbear. I’ll no go; that’s all that’sto be said of it.”

“Uncle Ebenezer,” I said, “I can make nothing out of this. You use me like athief; you hate to have me in this house; you let me see it, every word andevery minute: it’s not possible that you can like me; and as for me, I’vespoken to you as I never thought to speak to any man. Why do you seek to keepme, then? Let me gang back—let me gang back to the friends I have, and thatlike me!”

“Na, na; na, na,” he said, very earnestly. “I like you fine; we’ll agree fineyet; and for the honour of the house I couldnae let you leave the way ye came.Bide here quiet, there’s a good lad; just you bide here quiet a bittie, andye’ll find that we agree.”

“Well, sir,” said I, after I had thought the matter out in silence, “I’ll stayawhile. It’s more just I should be helped by my own blood than strangers; andif we don’t agree, I’ll do my best it shall be through no fault of mine.”

CHAPTER IV
I RUN A GREAT DANGER IN THE HOUSE OF SHAWS

or a day that was begun so ill, the day passed fairly well. We had the porridgecold again at noon, and hot porridge at night; porridge and small beer was myuncle’s diet. He spoke but little, and that in the same way as before, shootinga question at me after a long silence; and when I sought to lead him to talkabout my future, slipped out of it again. In a room next door to the kitchen,where he suffered me to go, I found a great number of books, both Latin andEnglish, in which I took great pleasure all the afternoon. Indeed, the timepassed so lightly in this good company, that I began to be almost reconciled tomy residence at Shaws; and nothing but the sight of my uncle, and his eyesplaying hide and seek with mine, revived the force of my distrust.

One thing I discovered, which put me in some doubt. This was an entry on thefly-leaf of a chap-book (one of Patrick Walker’s) plainly written by myfather’s hand and thus conceived: “To my brother Ebenezer on his fifthbirthday.” Now, what puzzled me was this: That, as my father was of course theyounger brother, he must either have made some strange error, or he must havewritten, before he was yet five, an excellent, clear manly hand of writing.

I tried to get this out of my head; but though I took down many interestingauthors, old and new, history, poetry, and story-book, this notion of myfather’s hand of writing stuck to me; and when at length I went back into thekitchen, and sat down once more to porridge and small beer, the first thing Isaid to Uncle Ebenezer was to ask him if my father had not been very quick athis book.

“Alexander? No him!” was the reply. “I was far quicker mysel’; I was a cleverchappie when I was young. Why, I could read as soon as he could.”

This puzzled me yet more; and a thought coming into my head, I asked if he andmy father had been twins.

He jumped upon his stool, and the horn spoon fell out of his hand upon thefloor. “What gars ye ask that?” he said, and he caught me by the breast of thejacket, and looked this time straight into my eyes: his own were little andlight, and bright like a bird’s, blinking and winking strangely.

“What do you mean?” I asked, very calmly, for I was far stronger than he, andnot easily frightened. “Take your hand from my jacket. This is no way tobehave.”

My uncle seemed to make a great effort upon himself. “Dod man, David,” he said,“ye should-nae speak to me about your father. That’s where the mistake is.” Hesat awhile and shook, blinking in his plate: “He was all the brother that everI had,” he added, but with no heart in his voice; and then he caught up hisspoon and fell to supper again, but still shaking.

Now this last passage, this laying of hands upon my person and suddenprofession of love for my dead father, went so clean beyond my comprehensionthat it put me into both fear and hope. On the one hand, I began to think myuncle was perhaps insane and might be dangerous; on the other, there came upinto my mind (quite unbidden by me and even discouraged) a story like someballad I had heard folk singing, of a poor lad that was a rightful heir and awicked kinsman that tried to keep him from his own. For why should my uncleplay a part with a relative that came, almost a beggar, to his door, unless inhis heart he had some cause to fear him?

With this notion, all unacknowledged, but nevertheless getting firmly settledin my head, I now began to imitate his covert looks; so that we sat at tablelike a cat and a mouse, each stealthily observing the other. Not another wordhad he to say to me, black or white, but was busy turning something secretlyover in his mind; and the longer we sat and the more I looked at him, the morecertain I became that the something was unfriendly to myself.

When he had cleared the platter, he got out a single pipeful of tobacco, justas in the morning, turned round a stool into the chimney corner, and sat awhilesmoking, with his back to me.

“Davie,” he said, at length, “I’ve been thinking;” then he paused, and said itagain. “There’s a wee bit siller that I half promised ye before ye were born,”he continued; “promised it to your father. O, naething legal, ye understand;just gentlemen daffing at their wine. Well, I keepit that bit money separate—itwas a great expense, but a promise is a promise—and it has grown by now to be amatter of just precisely—just exactly”—and here he paused and stumbled—“of justexactly forty pounds!” This last he rapped out with a sidelong glance over hisshoulder; and the next moment added, almost with a scream, “Scots!”

The pound Scots being the same thing as an English shilling, the differencemade by this second thought was considerable; I could see, besides, that thewhole story was a lie, invented with some end which it puzzled me to guess; andI made no attempt to conceal the tone of raillery in which I answered—

“O, think again, sir! Pounds sterling, I believe!”

“That’s what I said,” returned my uncle: “pounds sterling! And if you’ll stepout-by to the door a minute, just to see what kind of a night it is, I’ll getit out to ye and call ye in again.”

I did his will, smiling to myself in my contempt that he should think I was soeasily to be deceived. It was a dark night, with a few stars low down; and as Istood just outside the door, I heard a hollow moaning of wind far off among thehills. I said to myself there was something thundery and changeful in theweather, and little knew of what a vast importance that should prove to mebefore the evening passed.

When I was called in again, my uncle counted out into my hand seven and thirtygolden guinea pieces; the rest was in his hand, in small gold and silver; buthis heart failed him there, and he crammed the change into his pocket.

“There,” said he, “that’ll show you! I’m a queer man, and strange wi’strangers; but my word is my bond, and there’s the proof of it.”

Now, my uncle seemed so miserly that I was struck dumb by this suddengenerosity, and could find no words in which to thank him.

“No a word!” said he. “Nae thanks; I want nae thanks. I do my duty. I’m nosaying that everybody would have done it; but for my part (though I’m a carefulbody, too) it’s a pleasure to me to do the right by my brother’s son; and it’sa pleasure to me to think that now we’ll agree as such near friends should.”

I spoke him in return as handsomely as I was able; but all the while I waswondering what would come next, and why he had parted with his preciousguineas; for as to the reason he had given, a baby would have refused it.

Presently he looked towards me sideways.

“And see here,” says he, “tit for tat.”

I told him I was ready to prove my gratitude in any reasonable degree, and thenwaited, looking for some monstrous demand. And yet, when at last he plucked upcourage to speak, it was only to tell me (very properly, as I thought) that hewas growing old and a little broken, and that he would expect me to help himwith the house and the bit garden.

I answered, and expressed my readiness to serve.

“Well,” he said, “let’s begin.” He pulled out of his pocket a rusty key.“There,” says he, “there’s the key of the stair-tower at the far end of thehouse. Ye can only win into it from the outside, for that part of the house isno finished. Gang ye in there, and up the stairs, and bring me down the chestthat’s at the top. There’s papers in’t,” he added.

“Can I have a light, sir?” said I.

“Na,” said he, very cunningly. “Nae lights in my house.”

“Very well, sir,” said I. “Are the stairs good?”

“They’re grand,” said he; and then, as I was going, “Keep to the wall,” headded; “there’s nae bannisters. But the stairs are grand underfoot.”

Out I went into the night. The wind was still moaning in the distance, thoughnever a breath of it came near the house of Shaws. It had fallen blacker thanever; and I was glad to feel along the wall, till I came the length of thestairtower door at the far end of the unfinished wing. I had got the key intothe keyhole and had just turned it, when all upon a sudden, without sound ofwind or thunder, the whole sky lighted up with wild fire and went black again.I had to put my hand over my eyes to get back to the colour of the darkness;and indeed I was already half blinded when I stepped into the tower.

It was so dark inside, it seemed a body could scarce breathe; but I pushed outwith foot and hand, and presently struck the wall with the one, and thelowermost round of the stair with the other. The wall, by the touch, was offine hewn stone; the steps too, though somewhat steep and narrow, were ofpolished masonwork, and regular and solid underfoot. Minding my uncle’s wordabout the bannisters, I kept close to the tower side, and felt my way in thepitch darkness with a beating heart.

The house of Shaws stood some five full storeys high, not counting lofts. Well,as I advanced, it seemed to me the stair grew airier and a thought morelightsome; and I was wondering what might be the cause of this change, when asecond blink of the summer lightning came and went. If I did not cry out, itwas because fear had me by the throat; and if I did not fall, it was more byHeaven’s mercy than my own strength. It was not only that the flash shone in onevery side through breaches in the wall, so that I seemed to be clamberingaloft upon an open scaffold, but the same passing brightness showed me thesteps were of unequal length, and that one of my feet rested that moment withintwo inches of the well.

This was the grand stair! I thought; and with the thought, a gust of a kind ofangry courage came into my heart. My uncle had sent me here, certainly to rungreat risks, perhaps to die. I swore I would settle that “perhaps,” if I shouldbreak my neck for it; got me down upon my hands and knees; and as slowly as asnail, feeling before me every inch, and testing the solidity of every stone, Icontinued to ascend the stair. The darkness, by contrast with the flash,appeared to have redoubled; nor was that all, for my ears were now troubled andmy mind confounded by a great stir of bats in the top part of the tower, andthe foul beasts, flying downwards, sometimes beat about my face and body.

The tower, I should have said, was square; and in every corner the step wasmade of a great stone of a different shape to join the flights. Well, I hadcome close to one of these turns, when, feeling forward as usual, my handslipped upon an edge and found nothing but emptiness beyond it. The stair hadbeen carried no higher; to set a stranger mounting it in the darkness was tosend him straight to his death; and (although, thanks to the lightning and myown precautions, I was safe enough) the mere thought of the peril in which Imight have stood, and the dreadful height I might have fallen from, brought outthe sweat upon my body and relaxed my joints.

But I knew what I wanted now, and turned and groped my way down again, with awonderful anger in my heart. About half-way down, the wind sprang up in a clapand shook the tower, and died again; the rain followed; and before I hadreached the ground level it fell in buckets. I put out my head into the storm,and looked along towards the kitchen. The door, which I had shut behind me whenI left, now stood open, and shed a little glimmer of light; and I thought Icould see a figure standing in the rain, quite still, like a man hearkening.And then there came a blinding flash, which showed me my uncle plainly, justwhere I had fancied him to stand; and hard upon the heels of it, a greattow-row of thunder.

Now, whether my uncle thought the crash to be the sound of my fall, or whetherhe heard in it God’s voice denouncing murder, I will leave you to guess.Certain it is, at least, that he was seized on by a kind of panic fear, andthat he ran into the house and left the door open behind him. I followed assoftly as I could, and, coming unheard into the kitchen, stood and watched him.

He had found time to open the corner cupboard and bring out a great case bottleof aqua vitae, and now sat with his back towards me at the table. Ever andagain he would be seized with a fit of deadly shuddering and groan aloud, andcarrying the bottle to his lips, drink down the raw spirits by the mouthful.

I stepped forward, came close behind him where he sat, and suddenly clapping mytwo hands down upon his shoulders—“Ah!” cried I.

My uncle gave a kind of broken cry like a sheep’s bleat, flung up his arms, andtumbled to the floor like a dead man. I was somewhat shocked at this; but I hadmyself to look to first of all, and did not hesitate to let him lie as he hadfallen. The keys were hanging in the cupboard; and it was my design to furnishmyself with arms before my uncle should come again to his senses and the powerof devising evil. In the cupboard were a few bottles, some apparently ofmedicine; a great many bills and other papers, which I should willingly enoughhave rummaged, had I had the time; and a few necessaries that were nothing tomy purpose. Thence I turned to the chests. The first was full of meal; thesecond of moneybags and papers tied into sheaves; in the third, with many otherthings (and these for the most part clothes) I found a rusty, ugly-lookingHighland dirk without the scabbard. This, then, I concealed inside mywaistcoat, and turned to my uncle.

He lay as he had fallen, all huddled, with one knee up and one arm sprawlingabroad; his face had a strange colour of blue, and he seemed to have ceasedbreathing. Fear came on me that he was dead; then I got water and dashed it inhis face; and with that he seemed to come a little to himself, working hismouth and fluttering his eyelids. At last he looked up and saw me, and therecame into his eyes a terror that was not of this world.

“Come, come,” said I; “sit up.”

“Are ye alive?” he sobbed. “O man, are ye alive?”

“That am I,” said I. “Small thanks to you!”

He had begun to seek for his breath with deep sighs. “The blue phial,” saidhe—“in the aumry—the blue phial.” His breath came slower still.

I ran to the cupboard, and, sure enough, found there a blue phial of medicine,with the dose written on it on a paper, and this I administered to him withwhat speed I might.

“It’s the trouble,” said he, reviving a little; “I have a trouble, Davie. It’sthe heart.”

I set him on a chair and looked at him. It is true I felt some pity for a manthat looked so sick, but I was full besides of righteous anger; and I numberedover before him the points on which I wanted explanation: why he lied to me atevery word; why he feared that I should leave him; why he disliked it to behinted that he and my father were twins—“Is that because it is true?” I asked;why he had given me money to which I was convinced I had no claim; and, last ofall, why he had tried to kill me. He heard me all through in silence; and then,in a broken voice, begged me to let him go to bed.

“I’ll tell ye the morn,” he said; “as sure as death I will.”

And so weak was he that I could do nothing but consent. I locked him into hisroom, however, and pocketed the key, and then returning to the kitchen, made upsuch a blaze as had not shone there for many a long year, and wrapping myselfin my plaid, lay down upon the chests and fell asleep.

CHAPTER V
I GO TO THE QUEEN’S FERRY

uch rain fell in the night; and the next morning there blew a bitter wintrywind out of the north-west, driving scattered clouds. For all that, and beforethe sun began to peep or the last of the stars had vanished, I made my way tothe side of the burn, and had a plunge in a deep whirling pool. All aglow frommy bath, I sat down once more beside the fire, which I replenished, and begangravely to consider my position.

There was now no doubt about my uncle’s enmity; there was no doubt I carried mylife in my hand, and he would leave no stone unturned that he might compass mydestruction. But I was young and spirited, and like most lads that have beencountry-bred, I had a great opinion of my shrewdness. I had come to his door nobetter than a beggar and little more than a child; he had met me with treacheryand violence; it would be a fine consummation to take the upper hand, and drivehim like a herd of sheep.

I sat there nursing my knee and smiling at the fire; and I saw myself in fancysmell out his secrets one after another, and grow to be that man’s king andruler. The warlock of Essendean, they say, had made a mirror in which men couldread the future; it must have been of other stuff than burning coal; for in allthe shapes and pictures that I sat and gazed at, there was never a ship, nevera seaman with a hairy cap, never a big bludgeon for my silly head, or the leastsign of all those tribulations that were ripe to fall on me.

Presently, all swollen with conceit, I went up-stairs and gave my prisoner hisliberty. He gave me good-morning civilly; and I gave the same to him, smilingdown upon him, from the heights of my sufficiency. Soon we were set tobreakfast, as it might have been the day before.

“Well, sir,” said I, with a jeering tone, “have you nothing more to say to me?”And then, as he made no articulate reply, “It will be time, I think, tounderstand each other,” I continued. “You took me for a country Johnnie Raw,with no more mother-wit or courage than a porridge-stick. I took you for a goodman, or no worse than others at the least. It seems we were both wrong. Whatcause you have to fear me, to cheat me, and to attempt my life—”

He murmured something about a jest, and that he liked a bit of fun; and then,seeing me smile, changed his tone, and assured me he would make all clear assoon as we had breakfasted. I saw by his face that he had no lie ready for me,though he was hard at work preparing one; and I think I was about to tell himso, when we were interrupted by a knocking at the door.

Bidding my uncle sit where he was, I went to open it, and found on the doorstepa half-grown boy in sea-clothes. He had no sooner seen me than he began todance some steps of the sea-hornpipe (which I had never before heard of farless seen), snapping his fingers in the air and footing it right cleverly. Forall that, he was blue with the cold; and there was something in his face, alook between tears and laughter, that was highly pathetic and consisted illwith this gaiety of manner.

“What cheer, mate?” says he, with a cracked voice.

I asked him soberly to name his pleasure.

“O, pleasure!” says he; and then began to sing:

“For it’s my delight, of a shiny night,
In the season of the year.”

“Well,” said I, “if you have no business at all, I will even be so unmannerlyas to shut you out.”

“Stay, brother!” he cried. “Have you no fun about you? or do you want to get methrashed? I’ve brought a letter from old Heasyoasy to Mr. Belflower.” He showedme a letter as he spoke. “And I say, mate,” he added, “I’m mortal hungry.”

“Well,” said I, “come into the house, and you shall have a bite if I go emptyfor it.”

With that I brought him in and set him down to my own place, where he fell-togreedily on the remains of breakfast, winking to me between whiles, and makingmany faces, which I think the poor soul considered manly. Meanwhile, my unclehad read the letter and sat thinking; then, suddenly, he got to his feet with agreat air of liveliness, and pulled me apart into the farthest corner of theroom.

“Read that,” said he, and put the letter in my hand.

Here it is, lying before me as I write:

“The Hawes Inn, at the Queen’s Ferry.

“SIR,—I lie here with my hawser up and down, and send mycabin-boy to informe. If you have any further commands for over-seas, to-daywill be the last occasion, as the wind will serve us well out of the firth. Iwill not seek to deny that I have had crosses with your doer,^[4]Mr. Rankeillor; of which, if not speedily reddup, you may looke to see some losses follow. I have drawn a bill upon you, asper margin, and am, sir, your most obedt., humble servant,

“ELIASHOSEASON.”

[4]Agent.

“You see, Davie,” resumed my uncle, as soon as he saw that I had done, “I havea venture with this man Hoseason, the captain of a trading brig, theCovenant, of Dysart. Now, if you and me was to walk over with yon lad, Icould see the captain at the Hawes, or maybe on board the Covenantifthere was papers to be signed; and so far from a loss of time, we can jog on tothe lawyer, Mr. Rankeillor’s. After a’ that’s come and gone, ye would beswier^[5]to believe me upon mynaked word; but ye’ll believe Rankeillor. He’s factor to half the gentry inthese parts; an auld man, forby: highly respeckit, and he kenned your father.”

[5]Unwilling.

I stood awhile and thought. I was going to some place of shipping, which wasdoubtless populous, and where my uncle durst attempt no violence, and, indeed,even the society of the cabin-boy so far protected me. Once there, I believed Icould force on the visit to the lawyer, even if my uncle were now insincere inproposing it; and, perhaps, in the bottom of my heart, I wished a nearer viewof the sea and ships. You are to remember I had lived all my life in the inlandhills, and just two days before had my first sight of the firth lying like ablue floor, and the sailed ships moving on the face of it, no bigger than toys.One thing with another, I made up my mind.

“Very well,” says I, “let us go to the Ferry.”

My uncle got into his hat and coat, and buckled an old rusty cutlass on; andthen we trod the fire out, locked the door, and set forth upon our walk.

The wind, being in that cold quarter the north-west, blew nearly in our facesas we went. It was the month of June; the grass was all white with daisies, andthe trees with blossom; but, to judge by our blue nails and aching wrists, thetime might have been winter and the whiteness a December frost.

Uncle Ebenezer trudged in the ditch, jogging from side to side like an oldploughman coming home from work. He never said a word the whole way; and I wasthrown for talk on the cabin-boy. He told me his name was Ransome, and that hehad followed the sea since he was nine, but could not say how old he was, as hehad lost his reckoning. He showed me tattoo marks, baring his breast in theteeth of the wind and in spite of my remonstrances, for I thought it was enoughto kill him; he swore horribly whenever he remembered, but more like a sillyschoolboy than a man; and boasted of many wild and bad things that he had done:stealthy thefts, false accusations, ay, and even murder; but all with such adearth of likelihood in the details, and such a weak and crazy swagger in thedelivery, as disposed me rather to pity than to believe him.

I asked him of the brig (which he declared was the finest ship that sailed) andof Captain Hoseason, in whose praises he was equally loud. Heasyoasy (for so hestill named the skipper) was a man, by his account, that minded for nothingeither in heaven or earth; one that, as people said, would “crack on all sailinto the day of judgment;” rough, fierce, unscrupulous, and brutal; and allthis my poor cabin-boy had taught himself to admire as something seamanlike andmanly. He would only admit one flaw in his idol. “He ain’t no seaman,” headmitted. “That’s Mr. Shuan that navigates the brig; he’s the finest seaman inthe trade, only for drink; and I tell you I believe it! Why, look’ere;” andturning down his stocking he showed me a great, raw, red wound that made myblood run cold. “He done that—Mr. Shuan done it,” he said, with an air ofpride.

“What!” I cried, “do you take such savage usage at his hands? Why, you are noslave, to be so handled!”

“No,” said the poor moon-calf, changing his tune at once, “and so he’ll find.See’ere;” and he showed me a great case-knife, which he told me was stolen.“O,” says he, “let me see him try; I dare him to; I’ll do for him! O, he ain’tthe first!” And he confirmed it with a poor, silly, ugly oath.

I have never felt such pity for any one in this wide world as I felt for thathalf-witted creature, and it began to come over me that the brigCovenant(for all her pious name) was little better than a hell upon theseas.

“Have you no friends?” said I.

He said he had a father in some English seaport, I forget which.

“He was a fine man, too,” he said, “but he’s dead.”

“In Heaven’s name,” cried I, “can you find no reputable life on shore?”

“O, no,” says he, winking and looking very sly, “they would put me to a trade.I know a trick worth two of that, I do!”

I asked him what trade could be so dreadful as the one he followed, where heran the continual peril of his life, not alone from wind and sea, but by thehorrid cruelty of those who were his masters. He said it was very true; andthen began to praise the life, and tell what a pleasure it was to get on shorewith money in his pocket, and spend it like a man, and buy apples, and swagger,and surprise what he called stick-in-the-mud boys. “And then it’s not all asbad as that,” says he; “there’s worse off than me: there’s the twenty-pounders.O, laws! you should see them taking on. Why, I’ve seen a man as old as you, Idessay”—(to him I seemed old)—“ah, and he had a beard, too—well, and as soon aswe cleared out of the river, and he had the drug out of his head—my! how hecried and carried on! I made a fine fool of him, I tell you! And then there’slittle uns, too: oh, little by me! I tell you, I keep them in order. When wecarry little uns, I have a rope’s end of my own to wollop’em.” And so he ranon, until it came in on me what he meant by twenty-pounders were those unhappycriminals who were sent over-seas to slavery in North America, or the stillmore unhappy innocents who were kidnapped or trepanned (as the word went) forprivate interest or vengeance.

Just then we came to the top of the hill, and looked down on the Ferry and theHope. The Firth of Forth (as is very well known) narrows at this point to thewidth of a good-sized river, which makes a convenient ferry going north, andturns the upper reach into a landlocked haven for all manner of ships. Right inthe midst of the narrows lies an islet with some ruins; on the south shore theyhave built a pier for the service of the Ferry; and at the end of the pier, onthe other side of the road, and backed against a pretty garden of holly-treesand hawthorns, I could see the building which they called the Hawes Inn.

The town of Queensferry lies farther west, and the neighbourhood of the innlooked pretty lonely at that time of day, for the boat had just gone north withpassengers. A skiff, however, lay beside the pier, with some seamen sleeping onthe thwarts; this, as Ransome told me, was the brig’s boat waiting for thecaptain; and about half a mile off, and all alone in the anchorage, he showedme the Covenantherself. There was a sea-going bustle on board; yardswere swinging into place; and as the wind blew from that quarter, I could hearthe song of the sailors as they pulled upon the ropes. After all I had listenedto upon the way, I looked at that ship with an extreme abhorrence; and from thebottom of my heart I pitied all poor souls that were condemned to sail in her.

We had all three pulled up on the brow of the hill; and now I marched acrossthe road and addressed my uncle. “I think it right to tell you, sir,” says I,“there’s nothing that will bring me on board that Covenant.”

He seemed to waken from a dream. “Eh?” he said. “What’s that?”

I told him over again.

“Well, well,” he said, “we’ll have to please ye, I suppose. But what are westanding here for? It’s perishing cold; and if I’m no mistaken, they’re buskingthe Covenantfor sea.”

CHAPTER VI
WHAT BEFELL AT THE QUEEN’S FERRY

s soon as we came to the inn, Ransome led us up the stair to a small room, witha bed in it, and heated like an oven by a great fire of coal. At a table hardby the chimney, a tall, dark, sober-looking man sat writing. In spite of theheat of the room, he wore a thick sea-jacket, buttoned to the neck, and a tallhairy cap drawn down over his ears; yet I never saw any man, not even a judgeupon the bench, look cooler, or more studious and self-possessed, than thisship-captain.

He got to his feet at once, and coming forward, offered his large hand toEbenezer. “I am proud to see you, Mr. Balfour,” said he, in a fine deep voice,“and glad that ye are here in time. The wind’s fair, and the tide upon theturn; we’ll see the old coal-bucket burning on the Isle of May beforeto-night.”

“Captain Hoseason,” returned my uncle, “you keep your room unco hot.”

“It’s a habit I have, Mr. Balfour,” said the skipper. “I’m a cold-rife man bymy nature; I have a cold blood, sir. There’s neither fur, nor flannel—no, sir,nor hot rum, will warm up what they call the temperature. Sir, it’s the samewith most men that have been carbonadoed, as they call it, in the tropic seas.”

“Well, well, captain,” replied my uncle, “we must all be the way we’re made.”

But it chanced that this fancy of the captain’s had a great share in mymisfortunes. For though I had promised myself not to let my kinsman out ofsight, I was both so impatient for a nearer look of the sea, and so sickened bythe closeness of the room, that when he told me to “run down-stairs and playmyself awhile,” I was fool enough to take him at his word.

Away I went, therefore, leaving the two men sitting down to a bottle and agreat mass of papers; and crossing the road in front of the inn, walked downupon the beach. With the wind in that quarter, only little wavelets, not muchbigger than I had seen upon a lake, beat upon the shore. But the weeds were newto me—some green, some brown and long, and some with little bladders thatcrackled between my fingers. Even so far up the firth, the smell of thesea-water was exceedingly salt and stirring; the Covenant, besides, wasbeginning to shake out her sails, which hung upon the yards in clusters; andthe spirit of all that I beheld put me in thoughts of far voyages and foreignplaces.

I looked, too, at the seamen with the skiff—big brown fellows, some in shirts,some with jackets, some with coloured handkerchiefs about their throats, onewith a brace of pistols stuck into his pockets, two or three with knottybludgeons, and all with their case-knives. I passed the time of day with onethat looked less desperate than his fellows, and asked him of the sailing ofthe brig. He said they would get under way as soon as the ebb set, andexpressed his gladness to be out of a port where there were no taverns andfiddlers; but all with such horrifying oaths, that I made haste to get awayfrom him.

This threw me back on Ransome, who seemed the least wicked of that gang, andwho soon came out of the inn and ran to me, crying for a bowl of punch. I toldhim I would give him no such thing, for neither he nor I was of an age for suchindulgences. “But a glass of ale you may have, and welcome,” said I. He moppedand mowed at me, and called me names; but he was glad to get the ale, for allthat; and presently we were set down at a table in the front room of the inn,and both eating and drinking with a good appetite.

Here it occurred to me that, as the landlord was a man of that county, I mightdo well to make a friend of him. I offered him a share, as was much the customin those days; but he was far too great a man to sit with such poor customersas Ransome and myself, and he was leaving the room, when I called him back toask if he knew Mr. Rankeillor.

“Hoot, ay,” says he, “and a very honest man. And, O, by-the-by,” says he, “wasit you that came in with Ebenezer?” And when I had told him yes, “Ye’ll be nofriend of his?” he asked, meaning, in the Scottish way, that I would be norelative.

I told him no, none.

“I thought not,” said he, “and yet ye have a kind of gliff^[6]of Mr. Alexander.”

[6]Look.

I said it seemed that Ebenezer was ill-seen in the country.

“Nae doubt,” said the landlord. “He’s a wicked auld man, and there’s many wouldlike to see him girning in the tow.^[7]Jennet Clouston and mony mair that he hasharried out of house and hame. And yet he was ance a fine young fellow, too.But that was before the sough^[8]gaed abroad about Mr. Alexander, that was like the death of him.”

[7]Rope.

[8]Report.

“And what was it?” I asked.

“Ou, just that he had killed him,” said the landlord. “Did ye never hear that?”

“And what would he kill him for?” said I.

“And what for, but just to get the place,” said he.

“The place?” said I. “The Shaws?”

“Nae other place that I ken,” said he.

“Ay, man?” said I. “Is that so? Was my—was Alexander the eldest son?”

“‘Deed was he,” said the landlord. “What else would he have killed him for?”

And with that he went away, as he had been impatient to do from the beginning.

Of course, I had guessed it a long while ago; but it is one thing to guess,another to know; and I sat stunned with my good fortune, and could scarce growto believe that the same poor lad who had trudged in the dust from EttrickForest not two days ago, was now one of the rich of the earth, and had a houseand broad lands, and might mount his horse tomorrow. All these pleasant things,and a thousand others, crowded into my mind, as I sat staring before me out ofthe inn window, and paying no heed to what I saw; only I remember that my eyelighted on Captain Hoseason down on the pier among his seamen, and speakingwith some authority. And presently he came marching back towards the house,with no mark of a sailor’s clumsiness, but carrying his fine, tall figure witha manly bearing, and still with the same sober, grave expression on his face. Iwondered if it was possible that Ransome’s stories could be true, and halfdisbelieved them; they fitted so ill with the man’s looks. But indeed, he wasneither so good as I supposed him, nor quite so bad as Ransome did; for, infact, he was two men, and left the better one behind as soon as he set foot onboard his vessel.

The next thing, I heard my uncle calling me, and found the pair in the roadtogether. It was the captain who addressed me, and that with an air (veryflattering to a young lad) of grave equality.

“Sir,” said he, “Mr. Balfour tells me great things of you; and for my own part,I like your looks. I wish I was for longer here, that we might make the betterfriends; but we’ll make the most of what we have. Ye shall come on board mybrig for half an hour, till the ebb sets, and drink a bowl with me.”

Now, I longed to see the inside of a ship more than words can tell; but I wasnot going to put myself in jeopardy, and I told him my uncle and I had anappointment with a lawyer.

“Ay, ay,” said he, “he passed me word of that. But, ye see, the boat’ll set yeashore at the town pier, and that’s but a penny stonecast from Rankeillor’shouse.” And here he suddenly leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Take care ofthe old tod;^[9]he means mischief.Come aboard till I can get a word with ye.” And then, passing his arm throughmine, he continued aloud, as he set off towards his boat: “But, come, what canI bring ye from the Carolinas? Any friend of Mr. Balfour’s can command. A rollof tobacco? Indian feather-work? a skin of a wild beast? a stone pipe? themocking-bird that mews for all the world like a cat? the cardinal bird that isas red as blood?—take your pick and say your pleasure.”

[9]Fox.

By this time we were at the boat-side, and he was handing me in. I did notdream of hanging back; I thought (the poor fool!) that I had found a goodfriend and helper, and I was rejoiced to see the ship. As soon as we were allset in our places, the boat was thrust off from the pier and began to move overthe waters: and what with my pleasure in this new movement and my surprise atour low position, and the appearance of the shores, and the growing bigness ofthe brig as we drew near to it, I could hardly understand what the captainsaid, and must have answered him at random.

As soon as we were alongside (where I sat fairly gaping at the ship’s height,the strong humming of the tide against its sides, and the pleasant cries of theseamen at their work) Hoseason, declaring that he and I must be the firstaboard, ordered a tackle to be sent down from the main-yard. In this I waswhipped into the air and set down again on the deck, where the captain stoodready waiting for me, and instantly slipped back his arm under mine. There Istood some while, a little dizzy with the unsteadiness of all around me,perhaps a little afraid, and yet vastly pleased with these strange sights; thecaptain meanwhile pointing out the strangest, and telling me their names anduses.

“But where is my uncle?” said I suddenly.

“Ay,” said Hoseason, with a sudden grimness, “that’s the point.”

I felt I was lost. With all my strength, I plucked myself clear of him and ranto the bulwarks. Sure enough, there was the boat pulling for the town, with myuncle sitting in the stern. I gave a piercing cry—“Help, help! Murder!”—so thatboth sides of the anchorage rang with it, and my uncle turned round where hewas sitting, and showed me a face full of cruelty and terror.

It was the last I saw. Already strong hands had been plucking me back from theship’s side; and now a thunderbolt seemed to strike me; I saw a great flash offire, and fell senseless.

CHAPTER VII
I GO TO SEA IN THE BRIG COVENANTOF DYSART

came to myself in darkness, in great pain, bound hand and foot, and deafened bymany unfamiliar noises. There sounded in my ears a roaring of water as of ahuge mill-dam, the thrashing of heavy sprays, the thundering of the sails, andthe shrill cries of seamen. The whole world now heaved giddily up, and nowrushed giddily downward; and so sick and hurt was I in body, and my mind somuch confounded, that it took me a long while, chasing my thoughts up and down,and ever stunned again by a fresh stab of pain, to realise that I must be lyingsomewhere bound in the belly of that unlucky ship, and that the wind must havestrengthened to a gale. With the clear perception of my plight, there fell uponme a blackness of despair, a horror of remorse at my own folly, and a passionof anger at my uncle, that once more bereft me of my senses.

When I returned again to life, the same uproar, the same confused and violentmovements, shook and deafened me; and presently, to my other pains anddistresses, there was added the sickness of an unused landsman on the sea. Inthat time of my adventurous youth, I suffered many hardships; but none that wasso crushing to my mind and body, or lit by so few hopes, as these first hoursaboard the brig.

I heard a gun fire, and supposed the storm had proved too strong for us, and wewere firing signals of distress. The thought of deliverance, even by death inthe deep sea, was welcome to me. Yet it was no such matter; but (as I wasafterwards told) a common habit of the captain’s, which I here set down to showthat even the worst man may have his kindlier side. We were then passing, itappeared, within some miles of Dysart, where the brig was built, and where oldMrs. Hoseason, the captain’s mother, had come some years before to live; andwhether outward or inward bound, the Covenantwas never suffered to goby that place by day, without a gun fired and colours shown.

I had no measure of time; day and night were alike in that ill-smelling cavernof the ship’s bowels where I lay; and the misery of my situation drew out thehours to double. How long, therefore, I lay waiting to hear the ship split uponsome rock, or to feel her reel head foremost into the depths of the sea, I havenot the means of computation. But sleep at length stole from me theconsciousness of sorrow.

I was awakened by the light of a hand-lantern shining in my face. A small manof about thirty, with green eyes and a tangle of fair hair, stood looking downat me.

“Well,” said he, “how goes it?”

I answered by a sob; and my visitor then felt my pulse and temples, and sethimself to wash and dress the wound upon my scalp.

“Ay,” said he, “a sore dunt.^[10]What, man? Cheer up! The world’s no done; you’ve made a bad start of it butyou’ll make a better. Have you had any meat?”

[10]Stroke.

I said I could not look at it: and thereupon he gave me some brandy and waterin a tin pannikin, and left me once more to myself.

The next time he came to see me, I was lying betwixt sleep and waking, my eyeswide open in the darkness, the sickness quite departed, but succeeded by ahorrid giddiness and swimming that was almost worse to bear. I ached, besides,in every limb, and the cords that bound me seemed to be of fire. The smell ofthe hole in which I lay seemed to have become a part of me; and during the longinterval since his last visit I had suffered tortures of fear, now from thescurrying of the ship’s rats, that sometimes pattered on my very face, and nowfrom the dismal imaginings that haunt the bed of fever.

The glimmer of the lantern, as a trap opened, shone in like the heaven’ssunlight; and though it only showed me the strong, dark beams of the ship thatwas my prison, I could have cried aloud for gladness. The man with the greeneyes was the first to descend the ladder, and I noticed that he came somewhatunsteadily. He was followed by the captain. Neither said a word; but the firstset to and examined me, and dressed my wound as before, while Hoseason lookedme in my face with an odd, black look.

“Now, sir, you see for yourself,” said the first: “a high fever, no appetite,no light, no meat: you see for yourself what that means.”

“I am no conjurer, Mr. Riach,” said the captain.

“Give me leave, sir,” said Riach; “you’ve a good head upon your shoulders, anda good Scotch tongue to ask with; but I will leave you no manner of excuse; Iwant that boy taken out of this hole and put in the forecastle.”

“What ye may want, sir, is a matter of concern to nobody but yoursel’,”returned the captain; “but I can tell ye that which is to be. Here he is; herehe shall bide.”

“Admitting that you have been paid in a proportion,” said the other, “I willcrave leave humbly to say that I have not. Paid I am, and none too much, to bethe second officer of this old tub, and you ken very well if I do my best toearn it. But I was paid for nothing more.”

“If ye could hold back your hand from the tin-pan, Mr. Riach, I would have nocomplaint to make of ye,” returned the skipper; “and instead of asking riddles,I make bold to say that ye would keep your breath to cool your porridge. We’llbe required on deck,” he added, in a sharper note, and set one foot upon theladder.

But Mr. Riach caught him by the sleeve.

“Admitting that you have been paid to do a murder——” he began.

Hoseason turned upon him with a flash.

“What’s that?” he cried. “What kind of talk is that?”

“It seems it is the talk that you can understand,” said Mr. Riach, looking himsteadily in the face.

“Mr. Riach, I have sailed with ye three cruises,” replied the captain. “In allthat time, sir, ye should have learned to know me: I’m a stiff man, and a dourman; but for what ye say the now—fie, fie!—it comes from a bad heart and ablack conscience. If ye say the lad will die——”

“Ay, will he!” said Mr. Riach.

“Well, sir, is not that enough?” said Hoseason. “Flit him where ye please!”

Thereupon the captain ascended the ladder; and I, who had lain silentthroughout this strange conversation, beheld Mr. Riach turn after him and bowas low as to his knees in what was plainly a spirit of derision. Even in mythen state of sickness, I perceived two things: that the mate was touched withliquor, as the captain hinted, and that (drunk or sober) he was like to prove avaluable friend.

Five minutes afterwards my bonds were cut, I was hoisted on a man’s back,carried up to the forecastle, and laid in a bunk on some sea-blankets; wherethe first thing that I did was to lose my senses.

It was a blessed thing indeed to open my eyes again upon the daylight, and tofind myself in the society of men. The forecastle was a roomy place enough, setall about with berths, in which the men of the watch below were seated smoking,or lying down asleep. The day being calm and the wind fair, the scuttle wasopen, and not only the good daylight, but from time to time (as the shiprolled) a dusty beam of sunlight shone in, and dazzled and delighted me. I hadno sooner moved, moreover, than one of the men brought me a drink of somethinghealing which Mr. Riach had prepared, and bade me lie still and I should soonbe well again. There were no bones broken, he explained: “A clour^[11]on the head was naething. Man,”said he, “it was me that gave it ye!”

[11]Blow.

Here I lay for the space of many days a close prisoner, and not only got myhealth again, but came to know my companions. They were a rough lot indeed, assailors mostly are: being men rooted out of all the kindly parts of life, andcondemned to toss together on the rough seas, with masters no less cruel. Therewere some among them that had sailed with the pirates and seen things it wouldbe a shame even to speak of; some were men that had run from the king’s ships,and went with a halter round their necks, of which they made no secret; andall, as the saying goes, were “at a word and a blow” with their best friends.Yet I had not been many days shut up with them before I began to be ashamed ofmy first judgment, when I had drawn away from them at the Ferry pier, as thoughthey had been unclean beasts. No class of man is altogether bad, but each hasits own faults and virtues; and these shipmates of mine were no exception tothe rule. Rough they were, sure enough; and bad, I suppose; but they had manyvirtues. They were kind when it occurred to them, simple even beyond thesimplicity of a country lad like me, and had some glimmerings of honesty.

There was one man, of maybe forty, that would sit on my berthside for hours andtell me of his wife and child. He was a fisher that had lost his boat, and thusbeen driven to the deep-sea voyaging. Well, it is years ago now: but I havenever forgotten him. His wife (who was “young by him,” as he often told me)waited in vain to see her man return; he would never again make the fire forher in the morning, nor yet keep the bairn when she was sick. Indeed, many ofthese poor fellows (as the event proved) were upon their last cruise; the deepseas and cannibal fish received them; and it is a thankless business to speakill of the dead.

Among other good deeds that they did, they returned my money, which had beenshared among them; and though it was about a third short, I was very glad toget it, and hoped great good from it in the land I was going to. The ship wasbound for the Carolinas; and you must not suppose that I was going to thatplace merely as an exile. The trade was even then much depressed; since that,and with the rebellion of the colonies and the formation of the United States,it has, of course, come to an end; but in those days of my youth, white menwere still sold into slavery on the plantations, and that was the destiny towhich my wicked uncle had condemned me.

The cabin-boy Ransome (from whom I had first heard of these atrocities) came inat times from the round-house, where he berthed and served, now nursing abruised limb in silent agony, now raving against the cruelty of Mr. Shuan. Itmade my heart bleed; but the men had a great respect for the chief mate, whowas, as they said, “the only seaman of the whole jing-bang, and none such a badman when he was sober.” Indeed, I found there was a strange peculiarity aboutour two mates: that Mr. Riach was sullen, unkind, and harsh when he was sober,and Mr. Shuan would not hurt a fly except when he was drinking. I asked aboutthe captain; but I was told drink made no difference upon that man of iron.

I did my best in the small time allowed me to make some thing like a man, orrather I should say something like a boy, of the poor creature, Ransome. Buthis mind was scarce truly human. He could remember nothing of the time beforehe came to sea; only that his father had made clocks, and had a starling in theparlour, which could whistle “The North Countrie;” all else had been blottedout in these years of hardship and cruelties. He had a strange notion of thedry land, picked up from sailor’s stories: that it was a place where lads wereput to some kind of slavery called a trade, and where apprentices werecontinually lashed and clapped into foul prisons. In a town, he thought everysecond person a decoy, and every third house a place in which seamen would bedrugged and murdered. To be sure, I would tell him how kindly I had myself beenused upon that dry land he was so much afraid of, and how well fed andcarefully taught both by my friends and my parents: and if he had been recentlyhurt, he would weep bitterly and swear to run away; but if he was in his usualcrackbrain humour, or (still more) if he had had a glass of spirits in theroundhouse, he would deride the notion.

It was Mr. Riach (Heaven forgive him!) who gave the boy drink; and it was,doubtless, kindly meant; but besides that it was ruin to his health, it was thepitifullest thing in life to see this unhappy, unfriended creature staggering,and dancing, and talking he knew not what. Some of the men laughed, but notall; others would grow as black as thunder (thinking, perhaps, of their ownchildhood or their own children) and bid him stop that nonsense, and think whathe was doing. As for me, I felt ashamed to look at him, and the poor childstill comes about me in my dreams.

All this time, you should know, the Covenantwas meeting continualhead-winds and tumbling up and down against head-seas, so that the scuttle wasalmost constantly shut, and the forecastle lighted only by a swinging lanternon a beam. There was constant labour for all hands; the sails had to be madeand shortened every hour; the strain told on the men’s temper; there was agrowl of quarrelling all day long from berth to berth; and as I was neverallowed to set my foot on deck, you can picture to yourselves how weary of mylife I grew to be, and how impatient for a change.

And a change I was to get, as you shall hear; but I must first tell of aconversation I had with Mr. Riach, which put a little heart in me to bear mytroubles. Getting him in a favourable stage of drink (for indeed he neverlooked near me when he was sober), I pledged him to secrecy, and told him mywhole story.

He declared it was like a ballad; that he would do his best to help me; that Ishould have paper, pen, and ink, and write one line to Mr. Campbell and anotherto Mr. Rankeillor; and that if I had told the truth, ten to one he would beable (with their help) to pull me through and set me in my rights.

“And in the meantime,” says he, “keep your heart up. You’re not the only one,I’ll tell you that. There’s many a man hoeing tobacco over-seas that should bemounting his horse at his own door at home; many and many! And life is all avariorum, at the best. Look at me: I’m a laird’s son and more than half adoctor, and here I am, man-Jack to Hoseason!”

I thought it would be civil to ask him for his story.

He whistled loud.

“Never had one,” said he. “I like fun, that’s all.” And he skipped out of theforecastle.

CHAPTER VIII
THE ROUND-HOUSE

ne night, about eleven o’clock, a man of Mr. Riach’s watch (which was on deck)came below for his jacket; and instantly there began to go a whisper about theforecastle that “Shuan had done for him at last.” There was no need of a name;we all knew who was meant; but we had scarce time to get the idea rightly inour heads, far less to speak of it, when the scuttle was again flung open, andCaptain Hoseason came down the ladder. He looked sharply round the bunks in thetossing light of the lantern; and then, walking straight up to me, he addressedme, to my surprise, in tones of kindness.

“My man,” said he, “we want ye to serve in the round-house. You and Ransome areto change berths. Run away aft with ye.”

Even as he spoke, two seamen appeared in the scuttle, carrying Ransome in theirarms; and the ship at that moment giving a great sheer into the sea, and thelantern swinging, the light fell direct on the boy’s face. It was as white aswax, and had a look upon it like a dreadful smile. The blood in me ran cold,and I drew in my breath as if I had been struck.

“Run away aft; run away aft with ye!” cried Hoseason.

And at that I brushed by the sailors and the boy (who neither spoke nor moved),and ran up the ladder on deck.

The brig was sheering swiftly and giddily through a long, cresting swell. Shewas on the starboard tack, and on the left hand, under the arched foot of theforesail, I could see the sunset still quite bright. This, at such an hour ofthe night, surprised me greatly; but I was too ignorant to draw the trueconclusion—that we were going north-about round Scotland, and were now on thehigh sea between the Orkney and Shetland Islands, having avoided the dangerouscurrents of the Pentland Firth. For my part, who had been so long shut in thedark and knew nothing of head-winds, I thought we might be half-way or moreacross the Atlantic. And indeed (beyond that I wondered a little at thelateness of the sunset light) I gave no heed to it, and pushed on across thedecks, running between the seas, catching at ropes, and only saved from goingoverboard by one of the hands on deck, who had been always kind to me.

The round-house, for which I was bound, and where I was now to sleep and serve,stood some six feet above the decks, and considering the size of the brig, wasof good dimensions. Inside were a fixed table and bench, and two berths, onefor the captain and the other for the two mates, turn and turn about. It wasall fitted with lockers from top to bottom, so as to stow away the officers’belongings and a part of the ship’s stores; there was a second store-roomunderneath, which you entered by a hatchway in the middle of the deck; indeed,all the best of the meat and drink and the whole of the powder were collectedin this place; and all the firearms, except the two pieces of brass ordnance,were set in a rack in the aftermost wall of the round-house. The most of thecutlasses were in another place.

A small window with a shutter on each side, and a skylight in the roof, gave itlight by day; and after dark there was a lamp always burning. It was burningwhen I entered, not brightly, but enough to show Mr. Shuan sitting at thetable, with the brandy bottle and a tin pannikin in front of him. He was a tallman, strongly made and very black; and he stared before him on the table likeone stupid.

He took no notice of my coming in; nor did he move when the captain followedand leant on the berth beside me, looking darkly at the mate. I stood in greatfear of Hoseason, and had my reasons for it; but something told me I need notbe afraid of him just then; and I whispered in his ear: “How is he?” He shookhis head like one that does not know and does not wish to think, and his facewas very stern.

Presently Mr. Riach came in. He gave the captain a glance that meant the boywas dead as plain as speaking, and took his place like the rest of us; so thatwe all three stood without a word, staring down at Mr. Shuan, and Mr. Shuan (onhis side) sat without a word, looking hard upon the table.

All of a sudden he put out his hand to take the bottle; and at that Mr. Riachstarted forward and caught it away from him, rather by surprise than violence,crying out, with an oath, that there had been too much of this work altogether,and that a judgment would fall upon the ship. And as he spoke (the weathersliding-doors standing open) he tossed the bottle into the sea.

Mr. Shuan was on his feet in a trice; he still looked dazed, but he meantmurder, ay, and would have done it, for the second time that night, had not thecaptain stepped in between him and his victim.

“Sit down!” roars the captain. “Ye sot and swine, do ye know what ye’ve done?Ye’ve murdered the boy!”

Mr. Shuan seemed to understand; for he sat down again, and put up his hand tohis brow.

“Well,” he said, “he brought me a dirty pannikin!”

At that word, the captain and I and Mr. Riach all looked at each other for asecond with a kind of frightened look; and then Hoseason walked up to his chiefofficer, took him by the shoulder, led him across to his bunk, and bade him liedown and go to sleep, as you might speak to a bad child. The murderer cried alittle, but he took off his sea-boots and obeyed.

“Ah!” cried Mr. Riach, with a dreadful voice, “ye should have interfered longsyne. It’s too late now.”

“Mr. Riach,” said the captain, “this night’s work must never be kennt inDysart. The boy went overboard, sir; that’s what the story is; and I would givefive pounds out of my pocket it was true!” He turned to the table. “What madeye throw the good bottle away?” he added. “There was nae sense in that, sir.Here, David, draw me another. They’re in the bottom locker;” and he tossed me akey. “Ye’ll need a glass yourself, sir,” he added to Riach. “Yon was an uglything to see.”

So the pair sat down and hob-a-nobbed; and while they did so, the murderer, whohad been lying and whimpering in his berth, raised himself upon his elbow andlooked at them and at me.

That was the first night of my new duties; and in the course of the next day Ihad got well into the run of them. I had to serve at the meals, which thecaptain took at regular hours, sitting down with the officer who was off duty;all the day through I would be running with a dram to one or other of my threemasters; and at night I slept on a blanket thrown on the deck boards at theaftermost end of the round-house, and right in the draught of the two doors. Itwas a hard and a cold bed; nor was I suffered to sleep without interruption;for some one would be always coming in from deck to get a dram, and when afresh watch was to be set, two and sometimes all three would sit down and brewa bowl together. How they kept their health, I know not, any more than how Ikept my own.

And yet in other ways it was an easy service. There was no cloth to lay; themeals were either of oatmeal porridge or salt junk, except twice a week, whenthere was duff: and though I was clumsy enough and (not being firm on mysealegs) sometimes fell with what I was bringing them, both Mr. Riach and thecaptain were singularly patient. I could not but fancy they were making uplee-way with their consciences, and that they would scarce have been so goodwith me if they had not been worse with Ransome.

As for Mr. Shuan, the drink or his crime, or the two together, had certainlytroubled his mind. I cannot say I ever saw him in his proper wits. He nevergrew used to my being there, stared at me continually (sometimes, I could havethought, with terror), and more than once drew back from my hand when I wasserving him. I was pretty sure from the first that he had no clear mind of whathe had done, and on my second day in the round-house I had the proof of it. Wewere alone, and he had been staring at me a long time, when all at once, up hegot, as pale as death, and came close up to me, to my great terror. But I hadno cause to be afraid of him.

“You were not here before?” he asked.

“No, sir,” said I.”

“There was another boy?” he asked again; and when I had answered him, “Ah!”says he, “I thought that,” and went and sat down, without another word, exceptto call for brandy.

You may think it strange, but for all the horror I had, I was still sorry forhim. He was a married man, with a wife in Leith; but whether or no he had afamily, I have now forgotten; I hope not.

Altogether it was no very hard life for the time it lasted, which (as you areto hear) was not long. I was as well fed as the best of them; even theirpickles, which were the great dainty, I was allowed my share of; and had Iliked I might have been drunk from morning to night, like Mr. Shuan. I hadcompany, too, and good company of its sort. Mr. Riach, who had been to thecollege, spoke to me like a friend when he was not sulking, and told me manycurious things, and some that were informing; and even the captain, though hekept me at the stick’s end the most part of the time, would sometimes unbucklea bit, and tell me of the fine countries he had visited.

The shadow of poor Ransome, to be sure, lay on all four of us, and on me andMr. Shuan in particular, most heavily. And then I had another trouble of myown. Here I was, doing dirty work for three men that I looked down upon, andone of whom, at least, should have hung upon a gallows; that was for thepresent; and as for the future, I could only see myself slaving alongside ofnegroes in the tobacco fields. Mr. Riach, perhaps from caution, would neversuffer me to say another word about my story; the captain, whom I tried toapproach, rebuffed me like a dog and would not hear a word; and as the dayscame and went, my heart sank lower and lower, till I was even glad of the workwhich kept me from thinking.

CHAPTER IX
THE MAN WITH THE BELT OF GOLD

ore than a week went by, in which the ill-luck that had hitherto pursued theCovenantupon this voyage grew yet more strongly marked. Some days shemade a little way; others, she was driven actually back. At last we were beatenso far to the south that we tossed and tacked to and fro the whole of the ninthday, within sight of Cape Wrath and the wild, rocky coast on either hand of it.There followed on that a council of the officers, and some decision which I didnot rightly understand, seeing only the result: that we had made a fair wind ofa foul one and were running south.

The tenth afternoon there was a falling swell and a thick, wet, white fog thathid one end of the brig from the other. All afternoon, when I went on deck, Isaw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks—“for breakers,” theysaid; and though I did not so much as understand the word, I felt danger in theair, and was excited.

Maybe about ten at night, I was serving Mr. Riach and the captain at theirsupper, when the ship struck something with a great sound, and we heard voicessinging out. My two masters leaped to their feet.

“She’s struck!” said Mr. Riach.

“No, sir,” said the captain. “We’ve only run a boat down.”

And they hurried out.

The captain was in the right of it. We had run down a boat in the fog, and shehad parted in the midst and gone to the bottom with all her crew but one. Thisman (as I heard afterwards) had been sitting in the stern as a passenger, whilethe rest were on the benches rowing. At the moment of the blow, the stern hadbeen thrown into the air, and the man (having his hands free, and for all hewas encumbered with a frieze overcoat that came below his knees) had leaped upand caught hold of the brig’s bowsprit. It showed he had luck and much agilityand unusual strength, that he should have thus saved himself from such a pass.And yet, when the captain brought him into the round-house, and I set eyes onhim for the first time, he looked as cool as I did.

He was smallish in stature, but well set and as nimble as a goat; his face wasof a good open expression, but sunburnt very dark, and heavily freckled andpitted with the small-pox; his eyes were unusually light and had a kind ofdancing madness in them, that was both engaging and alarming; and when he tookoff his great-coat, he laid a pair of fine silver-mounted pistols on the table,and I saw that he was belted with a great sword. His manners, besides, wereelegant, and he pledged the captain handsomely. Altogether I thought of him, atthe first sight, that here was a man I would rather call my friend than myenemy.

The captain, too, was taking his observations, but rather of the man’s clothesthan his person. And to be sure, as soon as he had taken off the great-coat, heshowed forth mighty fine for the round-house of a merchant brig: having a hatwith feathers, a red waistcoat, breeches of black plush, and a blue coat withsilver buttons and handsome silver lace; costly clothes, though somewhatspoiled with the fog and being slept in.

“I’m vexed, sir, about the boat,” says the captain.

“There are some pretty men gone to the bottom,” said the stranger, “that Iwould rather see on the dry land again than half a score of boats.”

“Friends of yours?” said Hoseason.

“You have none such friends in your country,” was the reply. “They would havedied for me like dogs.”

“Well, sir,” said the captain, still watching him, “there are more men in theworld than boats to put them in.”

“And that’s true, too,” cried the other, “and ye seem to be a gentleman ofgreat penetration.”

“I have been in France, sir,” says the captain, so that it was plain he meantmore by the words than showed upon the face of them.

“Well, sir,” says the other, “and so has many a pretty man, for the matter ofthat.”

“No doubt, sir,” says the captain, “and fine coats.”

“Oho!” says the stranger, “is that how the wind sets?” And he laid his handquickly on his pistols.

“Don’t be hasty,” said the captain. “Don’t do a mischief before ye see the needof it. Ye’ve a French soldier’s coat upon your back and a Scotch tongue in yourhead, to be sure; but so has many an honest fellow in these days, and I daresay none the worse of it.”

“So?” said the gentleman in the fine coat: “are ye of the honest party?”(meaning, Was he a Jacobite? for each side, in these sort of civil broils,takes the name of honesty for its own).

“Why, sir,” replied the captain, “I am a true-blue Protestant, and I thank Godfor it.” (It was the first word of any religion I had ever heard from him, butI learnt afterwards he was a great church-goer while on shore.) “But, for allthat,” says he, “I can be sorry to see another man with his back to the wall.”

“Can ye so, indeed?” asked the Jacobite. “Well, sir, to be quite plain with ye,I am one of those honest gentlemen that were in trouble about the yearsforty-five and six; and (to be still quite plain with ye) if I got into thehands of any of the red-coated gentry, it’s like it would go hard with me. Now,sir, I was for France; and there was a French ship cruising here to pick me up;but she gave us the go-by in the fog—as I wish from the heart that ye had doneyoursel’! And the best that I can say is this: If ye can set me ashore where Iwas going, I have that upon me will reward you highly for your trouble.”

“In France?” says the captain. “No, sir; that I cannot do. But where ye comefrom—we might talk of that.”

And then, unhappily, he observed me standing in my corner, and packed me off tothe galley to get supper for the gentleman. I lost no time, I promise you; andwhen I came back into the round-house, I found the gentleman had taken amoney-belt from about his waist, and poured out a guinea or two upon the table.The captain was looking at the guineas, and then at the belt, and then at thegentleman’s face; and I thought he seemed excited.

“Half of it,” he cried, “and I’m your man!”

The other swept back the guineas into the belt, and put it on again under hiswaistcoat. “I have told ye sir,” said he, “that not one doit of it belongs tome. It belongs to my chieftain,” and here he touched his hat, “and while Iwould be but a silly messenger to grudge some of it that the rest might comesafe, I should show myself a hound indeed if I bought my own carcase any toodear. Thirty guineas on the sea-side, or sixty if ye set me on the Linnhe Loch.Take it, if ye will; if not, ye can do your worst.”

“Ay,” said Hoseason. “And if I give ye over to the soldiers?”

“Ye would make a fool’s bargain,” said the other. “My chief, let me tell you,sir, is forfeited, like every honest man in Scotland. His estate is in thehands of the man they call King George; and it is his officers that collect therents, or try to collect them. But for the honour of Scotland, the poor tenantbodies take a thought upon their chief lying in exile; and this money is a partof that very rent for which King George is looking. Now, sir, ye seem to me tobe a man that understands things: bring this money within the reach ofGovernment, and how much of it’ll come to you?”

“Little enough, to be sure,” said Hoseason; and then, “if they knew,” he added,drily. “But I think, if I was to try, that I could hold my tongue about it.”

“Ah, but I’ll begowk^[12]yethere!” cried the gentleman. “Play me false, and I’ll play you cunning. If ahand is laid upon me, they shall ken what money it is.”

[12]Befool.

“Well,” returned the captain, “what must be must. Sixty guineas, and done.Here’s my hand upon it.”

“And here’s mine,” said the other.

And thereupon the captain went out (rather hurriedly, I thought), and left mealone in the round-house with the stranger.

At that period (so soon after the forty-five) there were many exiled gentlemencoming back at the peril of their lives, either to see their friends or tocollect a little money; and as for the Highland chiefs that had been forfeited,it was a common matter of talk how their tenants would stint themselves to sendthem money, and their clansmen outface the soldiery to get it in, and run thegauntlet of our great navy to carry it across. All this I had, of course, heardtell of; and now I had a man under my eyes whose life was forfeit on all thesecounts and upon one more, for he was not only a rebel and a smuggler of rents,but had taken service with King Louis of France. And as if all this were notenough, he had a belt full of golden guineas round his loins. Whatever myopinions, I could not look on such a man without a lively interest.

“And so you’re a Jacobite?” said I, as I set meat before him.

“Ay,” said he, beginning to eat. “And you, by your long face, should be aWhig?”^[13]

[13]Whig or Whigamore was the cant name for those who were loyal to King George.

“Betwixt and between,” said I, not to annoy him; for indeed I was as good aWhig as Mr. Campbell could make me.

“And that’s naething,” said he. “But I’m saying, Mr. Betwixt-and-Between,” headded, “this bottle of yours is dry; and it’s hard if I’m to pay sixty guineasand be grudged a dram upon the back of it.”

“I’ll go and ask for the key,” said I, and stepped on deck.

The fog was as close as ever, but the swell almost down. They had laid the brigto, not knowing precisely where they were, and the wind (what little there wasof it) not serving well for their true course. Some of the hands were stillhearkening for breakers; but the captain and the two officers were in the waistwith their heads together. It struck me (I don’t know why) that they were afterno good; and the first word I heard, as I drew softly near, more than confirmedme.

It was Mr. Riach, crying out as if upon a sudden thought: “Couldn’t we wile himout of the round-house?”

“He’s better where he is,” returned Hoseason; “he hasn’t room to use hissword.”

“Well, that’s true,” said Riach; “but he’s hard to come at.”

“Hut!” said Hoseason. “We can get the man in talk, one upon each side, and pinhim by the two arms; or if that’ll not hold, sir, we can make a run by both thedoors and get him under hand before he has the time to draw.”

At this hearing, I was seized with both fear and anger at these treacherous,greedy, bloody men that I sailed with. My first mind was to run away; my secondwas bolder.

“Captain,” said I, “the gentleman is seeking a dram, and the bottle’s out. Willyou give me the key?”

They all started and turned about.

“Why, here’s our chance to get the firearms!”

Riach cried; and then to me: “Hark ye, David,” he said, “do ye ken where thepistols are?”

“Ay, ay,” put in Hoseason. “David kens; David’s a good lad. Ye see, David myman, yon wild Hielandman is a danger to the ship, besides being a rank foe toKing George, God bless him!”

I had never been so be-Davided since I came on board: but I said Yes, as if allI heard were quite natural.

“The trouble is,” resumed the captain, “that all our firelocks, great andlittle, are in the round-house under this man’s nose; likewise the powder. Now,if I, or one of the officers, was to go in and take them, he would fall tothinking. But a lad like you, David, might snap up a horn and a pistol or twowithout remark. And if ye can do it cleverly, I’ll bear it in mind when it’llbe good for you to have friends; and that’s when we come to Carolina.”

Here Mr. Riach whispered him a little.

“Very right, sir,” said the captain; and then to myself: “And see here, David,yon man has a beltful of gold, and I give you my word that you shall have yourfingers in it.”

I told him I would do as he wished, though indeed I had scarce breath to speakwith; and upon that he gave me the key of the spirit locker, and I began to goslowly back to the round-house. What was I to do? They were dogs and thieves;they had stolen me from my own country; they had killed poor Ransome; and was Ito hold the candle to another murder? But then, upon the other hand, there wasthe fear of death very plain before me; for what could a boy and a man, if theywere as brave as lions, against a whole ship’s company?

I was still arguing it back and forth, and getting no great clearness, when Icame into the round-house and saw the Jacobite eating his supper under thelamp; and at that my mind was made up all in a moment. I have no credit by it;it was by no choice of mine, but as if by compulsion, that I walked right up tothe table and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Do ye want to be killed?” said I. He sprang to his feet, and looked a questionat me as clear as if he had spoken.

“O!” cried I, “they’re all murderers here; it’s a ship full of them! They’vemurdered a boy already. Now it’s you.”

“Ay, ay,” said he; “but they have n’t got me yet.” And then looking at mecuriously, “Will ye stand with me?”

“That will I!” said I. “I am no thief, nor yet murderer. I’ll stand by you.”

“Why, then,” said he, “what’s your name?”

“David Balfour,” said I; and then, thinking that a man with so fine a coat mustlike fine people, I added for the first time, “of Shaws.”

It never occurred to him to doubt me, for a Highlander is used to see greatgentlefolk in great poverty; but as he had no estate of his own, my wordsnettled a very childish vanity he had.

“My name is Stewart,” he said, drawing himself up. “Alan Breck, they call me. Aking’s name is good enough for me, though I bear it plain and have the name ofno farm-midden to clap to the hind-end of it.”

And having administered this rebuke, as though it were something of a chiefimportance, he turned to examine our defences.

The round-house was built very strong, to support the breaching of the seas. Ofits five apertures, only the skylight and the two doors were large enough forthe passage of a man. The doors, besides, could be drawn close: they were ofstout oak, and ran in grooves, and were fitted with hooks to keep them eithershut or open, as the need arose. The one that was already shut I secured inthis fashion; but when I was proceeding to slide to the other, Alan stopped me.

“David,” said he—“for I cannae bring to mind the name of your landed estate,and so will make so bold as to call you David—that door, being open, is thebest part of my defences.”

“It would be yet better shut,” says I.

“Not so, David,” says he. “Ye see, I have but one face; but so long as thatdoor is open and my face to it, the best part of my enemies will be in front ofme, where I would aye wish to find them.”

Then he gave me from the rack a cutlass (of which there were a few besides thefirearms), choosing it with great care, shaking his head and saying he hadnever in all his life seen poorer weapons; and next he set me down to the tablewith a powder-horn, a bag of bullets and all the pistols, which he bade mecharge.

“And that will be better work, let me tell you,” said he, “for a gentleman ofdecent birth, than scraping plates and raxing^[14]drams to a wheen tarry sailors.”

[14]Reaching.

Thereupon he stood up in the midst with his face to the door, and drawing hisgreat sword, made trial of the room he had to wield it in.

“I must stick to the point,” he said, shaking his head; “and that’s a pity,too. It doesn’t set my genius, which is all for the upper guard. And, now,”said he, “do you keep on charging the pistols, and give heed to me.”

I told him I would listen closely. My chest was tight, my mouth dry, the lightdark to my eyes; the thought of the numbers that were soon to leap in upon uskept my heart in a flutter: and the sea, which I heard washing round the brig,and where I thought my dead body would be cast ere morning, ran in my mindstrangely.

“First of all,” said he, “how many are against us?”

I reckoned them up; and such was the hurry of my mind, I had to cast thenumbers twice. “Fifteen,” said I.

Alan whistled. “Well,” said he, “that can’t be cured. And now follow me. It ismy part to keep this door, where I look for the main battle. In that, ye haveno hand. And mind and dinnae fire to this side unless they get me down; for Iwould rather have ten foes in front of me than one friend like you crackingpistols at my back.”

I told him, indeed I was no great shot.

“And that’s very bravely said,” he cried, in a great admiration of my candour.“There’s many a pretty gentleman that wouldnae dare to say it.”

“But then, sir,” said I, “there is the door behind you, which they may perhapsbreak in.”

“Ay,” said he, “and that is a part of your work. No sooner the pistols charged,than ye must climb up into yon bed where ye’re handy at the window; and if theylift hand against the door, ye’re to shoot. But that’s not all. Let’s make abit of a soldier of ye, David. What else have ye to guard?”

“There’s the skylight,” said I. “But indeed, Mr. Stewart, I would need to haveeyes upon both sides to keep the two of them; for when my face is at the one,my back is to the other.”

“And that’s very true,” said Alan. “But have ye no ears to your head?”

“To be sure!” cried I. “I must hear the bursting of the glass!”

“Ye have some rudiments of sense,” said Alan, grimly.

CHAPTER X
THE SIEGE OF THE ROUND-HOUSE

ut now our time of truce was come to an end. Those on deck had waited for mycoming till they grew impatient; and scarce had Alan spoken, when the captainshowed face in the open door.

“Stand!” cried Alan, and pointed his sword at him. The captain stood, indeed;but he neither winced nor drew back a foot.

“A naked sword?” says he. “This is a strange return for hospitality.”

“Do ye see me?” said Alan. “I am come of kings; I bear a king’s name. My badgeis the oak. Do ye see my sword? It has slashed the heads off mair Whigamoresthan you have toes upon your feet. Call up your vermin to your back, sir, andfall on! The sooner the clash begins, the sooner ye’ll taste this steelthroughout your vitals.”

The captain said nothing to Alan, but he looked over at me with an ugly look.“David,” said he, “I’ll mind this;” and the sound of his voice went through mewith a jar.

Next moment he was gone.

“And now,” said Alan, “let your hand keep your head, for the grip is coming.”

Alan drew a dirk, which he held in his left hand in case they should run inunder his sword. I, on my part, clambered up into the berth with an armful ofpistols and something of a heavy heart, and set open the window where I was towatch. It was a small part of the deck that I could overlook, but enough forour purpose. The sea had gone down, and the wind was steady and kept the sailsquiet; so that there was a great stillness in the ship, in which I made sure Iheard the sound of muttering voices. A little after, and there came a clash ofsteel upon the deck, by which I knew they were dealing out the cutlasses andone had been let fall; and after that, silence again.

I do not know if I was what you call afraid; but my heart beat like a bird’s,both quick and little; and there was a dimness came before my eyes which Icontinually rubbed away, and which continually returned. As for hope, I hadnone; but only a darkness of despair and a sort of anger against all the worldthat made me long to sell my life as dear as I was able. I tried to pray, Iremember, but that same hurry of my mind, like a man running, would not sufferme to think upon the words; and my chief wish was to have the thing begin andbe done with it.

It came all of a sudden when it did, with a rush of feet and a roar, and then ashout from Alan, and a sound of blows and some one crying out as if hurt. Ilooked back over my shoulder, and saw Mr. Shuan in the doorway, crossing bladeswith Alan.

“That’s him that killed the boy!” I cried.

“Look to your window!” said Alan; and as I turned back to my place, I saw himpass his sword through the mate’s body.

It was none too soon for me to look to my own part; for my head was scarce backat the window, before five men, carrying a spare yard for a battering-ram, ranpast me and took post to drive the door in. I had never fired with a pistol inmy life, and not often with a gun; far less against a fellow-creature. But itwas now or never; and just as they swang the yard, I cried out: “Take that!”and shot into their midst.

I must have hit one of them, for he sang out and gave back a step, and the reststopped as if a little disconcerted. Before they had time to recover, I sentanother ball over their heads; and at my third shot (which went as wide as thesecond) the whole party threw down the yard and ran for it.

Then I looked round again into the deck-house. The whole place was full of thesmoke of my own firing, just as my ears seemed to be burst with the noise ofthe shots. But there was Alan, standing as before; only now his sword wasrunning blood to the hilt, and himself so swelled with triumph and fallen intoso fine an attitude, that he looked to be invincible. Right before him on thefloor was Mr. Shuan, on his hands and knees; the blood was pouring from hismouth, and he was sinking slowly lower, with a terrible, white face; and justas I looked, some of those from behind caught hold of him by the heels anddragged him bodily out of the round-house. I believe he died as they were doingit.

“There’s one of your Whigs for ye!” cried Alan; and then turning to me, heasked if I had done much execution.

I told him I had winged one, and thought it was the captain.

“And I’ve settled two,” says he. “No, there’s not enough blood let; they’ll beback again. To your watch, David. This was but a dram before meat.”

I settled back to my place, re-charging the three pistols I had fired, andkeeping watch with both eye and ear.

Our enemies were disputing not far off upon the deck, and that so loudly that Icould hear a word or two above the washing of the seas.

“It was Shuan bauchled^[15]it,” Iheard one say.

[15]Bungled.

And another answered him with a “Wheesht, man! He’s paid the piper.”

After that the voices fell again into the same muttering as before. Only now,one person spoke most of the time, as though laying down a plan, and first oneand then another answered him briefly, like men taking orders. By this, I madesure they were coming on again, and told Alan.

“It’s what we have to pray for,” said he. “Unless we can give them a gooddistaste of us, and done with it, there’ll be nae sleep for either you or me.But this time, mind, they’ll be in earnest.”

By this, my pistols were ready, and there was nothing to do but listen andwait. While the brush lasted, I had not the time to think if I was frighted;but now, when all was still again, my mind ran upon nothing else. The thoughtof the sharp swords and the cold steel was strong in me; and presently, when Ibegan to hear stealthy steps and a brushing of men’s clothes against theround-house wall, and knew they were taking their places in the dark, I couldhave found it in my mind to cry out aloud.

All this was upon Alan’s side; and I had begun to think my share of the fightwas at an end, when I heard some one drop softly on the roof above me.

Then there came a single call on the sea-pipe, and that was the signal. A knotof them made one rush of it, cutlass in hand, against the door; and at the samemoment, the glass of the skylight was dashed in a thousand pieces, and a manleaped through and landed on the floor. Before he got his feet, I had clapped apistol to his back, and might have shot him, too; only at the touch of him (andhim alive) my whole flesh misgave me, and I could no more pull the trigger thanI could have flown.

He had dropped his cutlass as he jumped, and when he felt the pistol, whippedstraight round and laid hold of me, roaring out an oath; and at that either mycourage came again, or I grew so much afraid as came to the same thing; for Igave a shriek and shot him in the midst of the body. He gave the most horrible,ugly groan and fell to the floor. The foot of a second fellow, whose legs weredangling through the skylight, struck me at the same time upon the head; and atthat I snatched another pistol and shot this one through the thigh, so that heslipped through and tumbled in a lump on his companion’s body. There was notalk of missing, any more than there was time to aim; I clapped the muzzle tothe very place and fired.

I might have stood and stared at them for long, but I heard Alan shout as iffor help, and that brought me to my senses.

He had kept the door so long; but one of the seamen, while he was engaged withothers, had run in under his guard and caught him about the body. Alan wasdirking him with his left hand, but the fellow clung like a leech. Another hadbroken in and had his cutlass raised. The door was thronged with their faces. Ithought we were lost, and catching up my cutlass, fell on them in flank.

But I had not time to be of help. The wrestler dropped at last; and Alan,leaping back to get his distance, ran upon the others like a bull, roaring ashe went. They broke before him like water, turning, and running, and fallingone against another in their haste. The sword in his hands flashed likequicksilver into the huddle of our fleeing enemies; and at every flash therecame the scream of a man hurt. I was still thinking we were lost, when lo! theywere all gone, and Alan was driving them along the deck as a sheep-dog chasessheep.

Yet he was no sooner out than he was back again, being as cautious as he wasbrave; and meanwhile the seamen continued running and crying out as if he wasstill behind them; and we heard them tumble one upon another into theforecastle, and clap-to the hatch upon the top.

The round-house was like a shambles; three were dead inside, another lay in hisdeath agony across the threshold; and there were Alan and I victorious andunhurt.

He came up to me with open arms. “Come to my arms!” he cried, and embraced andkissed me hard upon both cheeks. “David,” said he, “I love you like a brother.And O, man,” he cried in a kind of ecstasy, “am I no a bonny fighter?”

Thereupon he turned to the four enemies, passed his sword clean through each ofthem, and tumbled them out of doors one after the other. As he did so, he kepthumming and singing and whistling to himself, like a man trying to recall anair; only what hewas trying was to make one. All the while, the flushwas in his face, and his eyes were as bright as a five-year-old child’s with anew toy. And presently he sat down upon the table, sword in hand; the air thathe was making all the time began to run a little clearer, and then clearerstill; and then out he burst with a great voice into a Gaelic song.

I have translated it here, not in verse (of which I have no skill) but at leastin the king’s English.

He sang it often afterwards, and the thing became popular; so that I have heardit and had it explained to me, many’s the time.

“This is the song of the sword of Alan;
The smith made it,
The fire set it;
Now it shines in the hand of Alan Breck.

“Their eyes were many and bright,
Swift were they to behold,
Many the hands they guided:
The sword was alone.

“The dun deer troop over the hill,
They are many, the hill is one;
The dun deer vanish,
The hill remains.

“Come to me from the hills of heather,
Come from the isles of the sea.
O far-beholding eagles,
Here is your meat.”

Now this song which he made (both words and music) in the hour of our victory,is something less than just to me, who stood beside him in the tussle. Mr.Shuan and five more were either killed outright or thoroughly disabled; but ofthese, two fell by my hand, the two that came by the skylight. Four more werehurt, and of that number, one (and he not the least important) got his hurtfrom me. So that, altogether, I did my fair share both of the killing and thewounding, and might have claimed a place in Alan’s verses. But poets have tothink upon their rhymes; and in good prose talk, Alan always did me more thanjustice.

In the meanwhile, I was innocent of any wrong being done me. For not only Iknew no word of the Gaelic; but what with the long suspense of the waiting, andthe scurry and strain of our two spirts of fighting, and more than all, thehorror I had of some of my own share in it, the thing was no sooner over than Iwas glad to stagger to a seat. There was that tightness on my chest that Icould hardly breathe; the thought of the two men I had shot sat upon me like anightmare; and all upon a sudden, and before I had a guess of what was coming,I began to sob and cry like any child.

Alan clapped my shoulder, and said I was a brave lad and wanted nothing but asleep.

“I’ll take the first watch,” said he. “Ye’ve done well by me, David, first andlast; and I wouldn’t lose you for all Appin—no, nor for Breadalbane.”

So I made up my bed on the floor; and he took the first spell, pistol in handand sword on knee, three hours by the captain’s watch upon the wall. Then heroused me up, and I took my turn of three hours; before the end of which it wasbroad day, and a very quiet morning, with a smooth, rolling sea that tossed theship and made the blood run to and fro on the round-house floor, and a heavyrain that drummed upon the roof. All my watch there was nothing stirring; andby the banging of the helm, I knew they had even no one at the tiller. Indeed(as I learned afterwards) there were so many of them hurt or dead, and the restin so ill a temper, that Mr. Riach and the captain had to take turn and turnlike Alan and me, or the brig might have gone ashore and nobody the wiser. Itwas a mercy the night had fallen so still, for the wind had gone down as soonas the rain began. Even as it was, I judged by the wailing of a great number ofgulls that went crying and fishing round the ship, that she must have driftedpretty near the coast or one of the islands of the Hebrides; and at last,looking out of the door of the round-house, I saw the great stone hills of Skyeon the right hand, and, a little more astern, the strange isle of Rum.

CHAPTER XI
THE CAPTAIN KNUCKLES UNDER

lan and I sat down to breakfast about six of the clock. The floor was coveredwith broken glass and in a horrid mess of blood, which took away my hunger. Inall other ways we were in a situation not only agreeable but merry; havingousted the officers from their own cabin, and having at command all the drinkin the ship—both wine and spirits—and all the dainty part of what was eatable,such as the pickles and the fine sort of bread. This, of itself, was enough toset us in good humour, but the richest part of it was this, that the twothirstiest men that ever came out of Scotland (Mr. Shuan being dead) were nowshut in the fore-part of the ship and condemned to what they hated most—coldwater.

“And depend upon it,” Alan said, “we shall hear more of them ere long. Ye maykeep a man from the fighting, but never from his bottle.”

We made good company for each other. Alan, indeed, expressed himself mostlovingly; and taking a knife from the table, cut me off one of the silverbuttons from his coat.

“I had them,” says he, “from my father, Duncan Stewart; and now give ye one ofthem to be a keepsake for last night’s work. And wherever ye go and show thatbutton, the friends of Alan Breck will come around you.”

He said this as if he had been Charlemagne, and commanded armies; and indeed,much as I admired his courage, I was always in danger of smiling at his vanity:in danger, I say, for had I not kept my countenance, I would be afraid to thinkwhat a quarrel might have followed.

As soon as we were through with our meal he rummaged in the captain’s lockertill he found a clothes-brush; and then taking off his coat, began to visit hissuit and brush away the stains, with such care and labour as I supposed to havebeen only usual with women. To be sure, he had no other; and, besides (as hesaid), it belonged to a king and so behoved to be royally looked after.

For all that, when I saw what care he took to pluck out the threads where thebutton had been cut away, I put a higher value on his gift.

He was still so engaged when we were hailed by Mr. Riach from the deck, askingfor a parley; and I, climbing through the skylight and sitting on the edge ofit, pistol in hand and with a bold front, though inwardly in fear of brokenglass, hailed him back again and bade him speak out. He came to the edge of theround-house, and stood on a coil of rope, so that his chin was on a level withthe roof; and we looked at each other awhile in silence. Mr. Riach, as I do notthink he had been very forward in the battle, so he had got off with nothingworse than a blow upon the cheek: but he looked out of heart and very weary,having been all night afoot, either standing watch or doctoring the wounded.

“This is a bad job,” said he at last, shaking his head.

“It was none of our choosing,” said I.

“The captain,” says he, “would like to speak with your friend. They might speakat the window.”

“And how do we know what treachery he means?” cried I.

“He means none, David,” returned Mr. Riach, “and if he did, I’ll tell ye thehonest truth, we couldnae get the men to follow.”

“Is that so?” said I.

“I’ll tell ye more than that,” said he. “It’s not only the men; it’s me. I’mfrich’ened, Davie.” And he smiled across at me. “No,” he continued, “what wewant is to be shut of him.”

Thereupon I consulted with Alan, and the parley was agreed to and parole givenupon either side; but this was not the whole of Mr. Riach’s business, and henow begged me for a dram with such instancy and such reminders of his formerkindness, that at last I handed him a pannikin with about a gill of brandy. Hedrank a part, and then carried the rest down upon the deck, to share it (Isuppose) with his superior.

A little after, the captain came (as was agreed) to one of the windows, andstood there in the rain, with his arm in a sling, and looking stern and pale,and so old that my heart smote me for having fired upon him.

Alan at once held a pistol in his face.

“Put that thing up!” said the captain. “Have I not passed my word, sir? or doye seek to affront me?”

“Captain,” says Alan, “I doubt your word is a breakable. Last night ye haggledand argle-bargled like an apple-wife; and then passed me your word, and gave meyour hand to back it; and ye ken very well what was the upshot. Be damned toyour word!” says he.

“Well, well, sir,” said the captain, “ye’ll get little good by swearing.” (Andtruly that was a fault of which the captain was quite free.) “But we have otherthings to speak,” he continued, bitterly. “Ye’ve made a sore hash of my brig; Ihaven’t hands enough left to work her; and my first officer (whom I could illspare) has got your sword throughout his vitals, and passed without speech.There is nothing left me, sir, but to put back into the port of Glasgow afterhands; and there (by your leave) ye will find them that are better able to talkto you.”

“Ay?” said Alan; “and faith, I’ll have a talk with them mysel’! Unless there’snaebody speaks English in that town, I have a bonny tale for them. Fifteentarry sailors upon the one side, and a man and a halfling boy upon the other!O, man, it’s peetiful!”

Hoseason flushed red.

“No,” continued Alan, “that’ll no do. Ye’ll just have to set me ashore as weagreed.”

“Ay,” said Hoseason, “but my first officer is dead—ye ken best how. There’snone of the rest of us acquaint with this coast, sir; and it’s one verydangerous to ships.”

“I give ye your choice,” says Alan. “Set me on dry ground in Appin, or Ardgour,or in Morven, or Arisaig, or Morar; or, in brief, where ye please, withinthirty miles of my own country; except in a country of the Campbells. That’s abroad target. If ye miss that, ye must be as feckless at the sailoring as Ihave found ye at the fighting. Why, my poor country people in their bitcobles^[16]pass from island toisland in all weathers, ay, and by night too, for the matter of that.”

[16]Coble: a small boat used in fishing.

“A coble’s not a ship, sir,” said the captain. “It has nae draught of water.”

“Well, then, to Glasgow if ye list!” says Alan. “We’ll have the laugh of ye atthe least.”

“My mind runs little upon laughing,” said the captain. “But all this will costmoney, sir.”

“Well, sir,” says Alan, “I am nae weathercock. Thirty guineas, if ye land me onthe sea-side; and sixty, if ye put me in the Linnhe Loch.”

“But see, sir, where we lie, we are but a few hours’ sail from Ardnamurchan,”said Hoseason. “Give me sixty, and I’ll set ye there.”

“And I’m to wear my brogues and run jeopardy of the red-coats to please you?”cries Alan. “No, sir; if ye want sixty guineas earn them, and set me in my owncountry.”

“It’s to risk the brig, sir,” said the captain, “and your own lives along withher.”

“Take it or want it,” says Alan.

“Could ye pilot us at all?” asked the captain, who was frowning to himself.

“Well, it’s doubtful,” said Alan. “I’m more of a fighting man (as ye have seenfor yoursel’) than a sailor-man. But I have been often enough picked up and setdown upon this coast, and should ken something of the lie of it.”

The captain shook his head, still frowning.

“If I had lost less money on this unchancy cruise,” says he, “I would see youin a rope’s end before I risked my brig, sir. But be it as ye will. As soon asI get a slant of wind (and there’s some coming, or I’m the more mistaken) I’llput it in hand. But there’s one thing more. We may meet in with a king’s shipand she may lay us aboard, sir, with no blame of mine: they keep the cruisersthick upon this coast, ye ken who for. Now, sir, if that was to befall, yemight leave the money.”

“Captain,” says Alan, “if ye see a pennant, it shall be your part to run away.And now, as I hear you’re a little short of brandy in the fore-part, I’ll offerye a change: a bottle of brandy against two buckets of water.”

That was the last clause of the treaty, and was duly executed on both sides; sothat Alan and I could at last wash out the round-house and be quit of thememorials of those whom we had slain, and the captain and Mr. Riach could behappy again in their own way, the name of which was drink.

CHAPTER XII
I HEAR OF THE “RED FOX”

efore we had done cleaning out the round-house, a breeze sprang up from alittle to the east of north. This blew off the rain and brought out the sun.

And here I must explain; and the reader would do well to look at a map. On theday when the fog fell and we ran down Alan’s boat, we had been running throughthe Little Minch. At dawn after the battle, we lay becalmed to the east of theIsle of Canna or between that and Isle Eriska in the chain of the Long Island.Now to get from there to the Linnhe Loch, the straight course was through thenarrows of the Sound of Mull. But the captain had no chart; he was afraid totrust his brig so deep among the islands; and the wind serving well, hepreferred to go by west of Tiree and come up under the southern coast of thegreat Isle of Mull.

All day the breeze held in the same point, and rather freshened than died down;and towards afternoon, a swell began to set in from round the outer Hebrides.Our course, to go round about the inner isles, was to the west of south, sothat at first we had this swell upon our beam, and were much rolled about. Butafter nightfall, when we had turned the end of Tiree and began to head more tothe east, the sea came right astern.

Meanwhile, the early part of the day, before the swell came up, was verypleasant; sailing, as we were, in a bright sunshine and with many mountainousislands upon different sides. Alan and I sat in the round-house with the doorsopen on each side (the wind being straight astern), and smoked a pipe or two ofthe captain’s fine tobacco. It was at this time we heard each other’s stories,which was the more important to me, as I gained some knowledge of that wildHighland country on which I was so soon to land. In those days, so close on theback of the great rebellion, it was needful a man should know what he was doingwhen he went upon the heather.

It was I that showed the example, telling him all my misfortune; which he heardwith great good-nature. Only, when I came to mention that good friend of mine,Mr. Campbell the minister, Alan fired up and cried out that he hated all thatwere of that name.

“Why,” said I, “he is a man you should be proud to give your hand to.”

“I know nothing I would help a Campbell to,” says he, “unless it was a leadenbullet. I would hunt all of that name like blackcocks. If I lay dying, I wouldcrawl upon my knees to my chamber window for a shot at one.”

“Why, Alan,” I cried, “what ails ye at the Campbells?”

“Well,” says he, “ye ken very well that I am an Appin Stewart, and theCampbells have long harried and wasted those of my name; ay, and got lands ofus by treachery—but never with the sword,” he cried loudly, and with the wordbrought down his fist upon the table. But I paid the less attention to this,for I knew it was usually said by those who have the underhand. “There’s morethan that,” he continued, “and all in the same story: lying words, lyingpapers, tricks fit for a peddler, and the show of what’s legal over all, tomake a man the more angry.”

“You that are so wasteful of your buttons,” said I, “I can hardly think youwould be a good judge of business.”

“Ah!” says he, falling again to smiling, “I got my wastefulness from the sameman I got the buttons from; and that was my poor father, Duncan Stewart, gracebe to him! He was the prettiest man of his kindred; and the best swordsman inthe Hielands, David, and that is the same as to say, in all the world, I shouldken, for it was him that taught me. He was in the Black Watch, when first itwas mustered; and, like other gentlemen privates, had a gillie at his back tocarry his firelock for him on the march. Well, the King, it appears, waswishful to see Hieland swordsmanship; and my father and three more were chosenout and sent to London town, to let him see it at the best. So they were hadinto the palace and showed the whole art of the sword for two hours at astretch, before King George and Queen Carline, and the Butcher Cumberland, andmany more of whom I havenae mind. And when they were through, the King (for allhe was a rank usurper) spoke them fair and gave each man three guineas in hishand. Now, as they were going out of the palace, they had a porter’s lodge togo by; and it came in on my father, as he was perhaps the first private Hielandgentleman that had ever gone by that door, it was right he should give the poorporter a proper notion of their quality. So he gives the King’s three guineasinto the man’s hand, as if it was his common custom; the three others that camebehind him did the same; and there they were on the street, never a penny thebetter for their pains. Some say it was one, that was the first to fee theKing’s porter; and some say it was another; but the truth of it is, that it wasDuncan Stewart, as I am willing to prove with either sword or pistol. And thatwas the father that I had, God rest him!”

“I think he was not the man to leave you rich,” said I.

“And that’s true,” said Alan. “He left me my breeks to cover me, and littlebesides. And that was how I came to enlist, which was a black spot upon mycharacter at the best of times, and would still be a sore job for me if I fellamong the red-coats.”

“What,” cried I, “were you in the English army?”

“That was I,” said Alan. “But I deserted to the right side at Preston Pans—andthat’s some comfort.”

I could scarcely share this view: holding desertion under arms for anunpardonable fault in honour. But for all I was so young, I was wiser than saymy thought. “Dear, dear,” says I, “the punishment is death.”

“Ay” said he, “if they got hands on me, it would be a short shrift and a langtow for Alan! But I have the King of France’s commission in my pocket, whichwould aye be some protection.”

“I misdoubt it much,” said I.

“I have doubts mysel’,” said Alan drily.

“And, good heaven, man,” cried I, “you that are a condemned rebel, and adeserter, and a man of the French King’s—what tempts ye back into this country?It’s a braving of Providence.”

“Tut!” says Alan, “I have been back every year since forty-six!”

“And what brings ye, man?” cried I.

“Well, ye see, I weary for my friends and country,” said he. “France is a brawplace, nae doubt; but I weary for the heather and the deer. And then I have bitthings that I attend to. Whiles I pick up a few lads to serve the King ofFrance: recruits, ye see; and that’s aye a little money. But the heart of thematter is the business of my chief, Ardshiel.”

“I thought they called your chief Appin,” said I.

“Ay, but Ardshiel is the captain of the clan,” said he, which scarcely clearedmy mind. “Ye see, David, he that was all his life so great a man, and come ofthe blood and bearing the name of kings, is now brought down to live in aFrench town like a poor and private person. He that had four hundred swords athis whistle, I have seen, with these eyes of mine, buying butter in themarket-place, and taking it home in a kale-leaf. This is not only a pain but adisgrace to us of his family and clan. There are the bairns forby, the childrenand the hope of Appin, that must be learned their letters and how to hold asword, in that far country. Now, the tenants of Appin have to pay a rent toKing George; but their hearts are staunch, they are true to their chief; andwhat with love and a bit of pressure, and maybe a threat or two, the poor folkscrape up a second rent for Ardshiel. Well, David, I’m the hand that carriesit.” And he struck the belt about his body, so that the guineas rang.

“Do they pay both?” cried I.

“Ay, David, both,” says he.

“What! two rents?” I repeated.

“Ay, David,” said he. “I told a different tale to yon captain man; but this isthe truth of it. And it’s wonderful to me how little pressure is needed. Butthat’s the handiwork of my good kinsman and my father’s friend, James of theGlens: James Stewart, that is: Ardshiel’s half-brother. He it is that gets themoney in, and does the management.”

This was the first time I heard the name of that James Stewart, who wasafterwards so famous at the time of his hanging. But I took little heed at themoment, for all my mind was occupied with the generosity of these poorHighlanders.

“I call it noble,” I cried. “I’m a Whig, or little better; but I call itnoble.”

“Ay” said he, “ye’re a Whig, but ye’re a gentleman; and that’s what does it.Now, if ye were one of the cursed race of Campbell, ye would gnash your teethto hear tell of it. If ye were the Red Fox...” And at that name, his teeth shuttogether, and he ceased speaking. I have seen many a grim face, but never agrimmer than Alan’s when he had named the Red Fox.

“And who is the Red Fox?” I asked, daunted, but still curious.

“Who is he?” cried Alan. “Well, and I’ll tell you that. When the men of theclans were broken at Culloden, and the good cause went down, and the horsesrode over the fetlocks in the best blood of the north, Ardshiel had to fleelike a poor deer upon the mountains—he and his lady and his bairns. A sair jobwe had of it before we got him shipped; and while he still lay in the heather,the English rogues, that couldnae come at his life, were striking at hisrights. They stripped him of his powers; they stripped him of his lands; theyplucked the weapons from the hands of his clansmen, that had borne arms forthirty centuries; ay, and the very clothes off their backs—so that it’s now asin to wear a tartan plaid, and a man may be cast into a gaol if he has but akilt about his legs. One thing they couldnae kill. That was the love theclansmen bore their chief. These guineas are the proof of it. And now, in theresteps a man, a Campbell, red-headed Colin of Glenure——”

“Is that him you call the Red Fox?” said I.

“Will ye bring me his brush?” cries Alan, fiercely. “Ay, that’s the man. In hesteps, and gets papers from King George, to be so-called King’s factor on thelands of Appin. And at first he sings small, and is hail-fellow-well-met withSheamus—that’s James of the Glens, my chieftain’s agent. But by-and-by, thatcame to his ears that I have just told you; how the poor commons of Appin, thefarmers and the crofters and the boumen, were wringing their very plaids to geta second rent, and send it over-seas for Ardshiel and his poor bairns. What wasit ye called it, when I told ye?”

“I called it noble, Alan,” said I.

“And you little better than a common Whig!” cries Alan. “But when it came toColin Roy, the black Campbell blood in him ran wild. He sat gnashing his teethat the wine table. What! should a Stewart get a bite of bread, and him not beable to prevent it? Ah! Red Fox, if ever I hold you at a gun’s end, the Lordhave pity upon ye!” (Alan stopped to swallow down his anger.) “Well, David,what does he do? He declares all the farms to let. And, thinks he, in his blackheart, ‘I’ll soon get other tenants that’ll overbid these Stewarts, andMaccolls, and Macrobs’ (for these are all names in my clan, David); ‘and then,’thinks he, ‘Ardshiel will have to hold his bonnet on a French roadside.’”

“Well,” said I, “what followed?”

Alan laid down his pipe, which he had long since suffered to go out, and sethis two hands upon his knees.

“Ay,” said he, “ye’ll never guess that! For these same Stewarts, and Maccolls,and Macrobs (that had two rents to pay, one to King George by stark force, andone to Ardshiel by natural kindness) offered him a better price than anyCampbell in all broad Scotland; and far he sent seeking them—as far as to thesides of Clyde and the cross of Edinburgh—seeking, and fleeching, and beggingthem to come, where there was a Stewart to be starved and a red-headed hound ofa Campbell to be pleasured!”

“Well, Alan,” said I, “that is a strange story, and a fine one, too. And Whigas I may be, I am glad the man was beaten.”

“Him beaten?” echoed Alan. “It’s little ye ken of Campbells, and less of theRed Fox. Him beaten? No: nor will be, till his blood’s on the hillside! But ifthe day comes, David man, that I can find time and leisure for a bit ofhunting, there grows not enough heather in all Scotland to hide him from myvengeance!”

“Man Alan,” said I, “ye are neither very wise nor very Christian to blow off somany words of anger. They will do the man ye call the Fox no harm, and yourselfno good. Tell me your tale plainly out. What did he next?”

“And that’s a good observe, David,” said Alan. “Troth and indeed, they will dohim no harm; the more’s the pity! And barring that about Christianity (of whichmy opinion is quite otherwise, or I would be nae Christian), I am much of yourmind.”

“Opinion here or opinion there,” said I, “it’s a kent thing that Christianityforbids revenge.”

“Ay” said he, “it’s well seen it was a Campbell taught ye! It would be aconvenient world for them and their sort, if there was no such a thing as a ladand a gun behind a heather bush! But that’s nothing to the point. This is whathe did.”

“Ay” said I, “come to that.”

“Well, David,” said he, “since he couldnae be rid of the loyal commons by fairmeans, he swore he would be rid of them by foul. Ardshiel was to starve: thatwas the thing he aimed at. And since them that fed him in his exile wouldnae bebought out—right or wrong, he would drive them out. Therefore he sent forlawyers, and papers, and red-coats to stand at his back. And the kindly folk ofthat country must all pack and tramp, every father’s son out of his father’shouse, and out of the place where he was bred and fed, and played when he was acallant. And who are to succeed them? Bare-leggit beggars! King George is towhistle for his rents; he maun dow with less; he can spread his butter thinner:what cares Red Colin? If he can hurt Ardshiel, he has his wish; if he can pluckthe meat from my chieftain’s table, and the bit toys out of his children’shands, he will gang hame singing to Glenure!”

“Let me have a word,” said I. “Be sure, if they take less rents, be sureGovernment has a finger in the pie. It’s not this Campbell’s fault, man—it’shis orders. And if ye killed this Colin to-morrow, what better would ye be?There would be another factor in his shoes, as fast as spur can drive.”

“Ye’re a good lad in a fight,” said Alan; “but, man! ye have Whig blood in ye!”

He spoke kindly enough, but there was so much anger under his contempt that Ithought it was wise to change the conversation. I expressed my wonder how, withthe Highlands covered with troops, and guarded like a city in a siege, a man inhis situation could come and go without arrest.

“It’s easier than ye would think,” said Alan. “A bare hillside (ye see) is likeall one road; if there’s a sentry at one place, ye just go by another. And thenthe heather’s a great help. And everywhere there are friends’ houses andfriends’ byres and haystacks. And besides, when folk talk of a country coveredwith troops, it’s but a kind of a byword at the best. A soldier covers nae mairof it than his boot-soles. I have fished a water with a sentry on the otherside of the brae, and killed a fine trout; and I have sat in a heather bushwithin six feet of another, and learned a real bonny tune from his whistling.This was it,” said he, and whistled me the air.

“And then, besides,” he continued, “it’s no sae bad now as it was in forty-six.The Hielands are what they call pacified. Small wonder, with never a gun or asword left from Cantyre to Cape Wrath, but what tenty^[17]folk have hidden in their thatch! But what Iwould like to ken, David, is just how long? Not long, ye would think, with menlike Ardshiel in exile and men like the Red Fox sitting birling the wine andoppressing the poor at home. But it’s a kittle thing to decide what folk’llbear, and what they will not. Or why would Red Colin be riding his horse allover my poor country of Appin, and never a pretty lad to put a bullet in him?”

[17]Careful.

And with this Alan fell into a muse, and for a long time sate very sad andsilent.

I will add the rest of what I have to say about my friend, that he was skilledin all kinds of music, but principally pipe-music; was a well-considered poetin his own tongue; had read several books both in French and English; was adead shot, a good angler, and an excellent fencer with the small sword as wellas with his own particular weapon. For his faults, they were on his face, and Inow knew them all. But the worst of them, his childish propensity to takeoffence and to pick quarrels, he greatly laid aside in my case, out of regardfor the battle of the round-house. But whether it was because I had done wellmyself, or because I had been a witness of his own much greater prowess, ismore than I can tell. For though he had a great taste for courage in other men,yet he admired it most in Alan Breck.

CHAPTER XIII
THE LOSS OF THE BRIG

t was already late at night, and as dark as it ever would be at that season ofthe year (and that is to say, it was still pretty bright), when Hoseasonclapped his head into the round-house door.

“Here,” said he, “come out and see if ye can pilot.”

“Is this one of your tricks?” asked Alan.

“Do I look like tricks?” cries the captain. “I have other things to think of—mybrig’s in danger!”

By the concerned look of his face, and, above all, by the sharp tones in whichhe spoke of his brig, it was plain to both of us he was in deadly earnest; andso Alan and I, with no great fear of treachery, stepped on deck.

The sky was clear; it blew hard, and was bitter cold; a great deal of daylightlingered; and the moon, which was nearly full, shone brightly. The brig wasclose hauled, so as to round the southwest corner of the Island of Mull, thehills of which (and Ben More above them all, with a wisp of mist upon the topof it) lay full upon the lar-board bow. Though it was no good point of sailingfor the Covenant, she tore through the seas at a great rate, pitchingand straining, and pursued by the westerly swell.

Altogether it was no such ill night to keep the seas in; and I had begun towonder what it was that sat so heavily upon the captain, when the brig risingsuddenly on the top of a high swell, he pointed and cried to us to look. Awayon the lee bow, a thing like a fountain rose out of the moonlit sea, andimmediately after we heard a low sound of roaring.

“What do ye call that?” asked the captain, gloomily.

“The sea breaking on a reef,” said Alan. “And now ye ken where it is; and whatbetter would ye have?”

“Ay,” said Hoseason, “if it was the only one.”

And sure enough, just as he spoke there came a second fountain farther to thesouth.

“There!” said Hoseason. “Ye see for yourself. If I had kent of these reefs, ifI had had a chart, or if Shuan had been spared, it’s not sixty guineas, no, norsix hundred, would have made me risk my brig in sic a stoneyard! But you, sir,that was to pilot us, have ye never a word?”

“I’m thinking,” said Alan, “these’ll be what they call the Torran Rocks.”

“Are there many of them?” says the captain.

“Truly, sir, I am nae pilot,” said Alan; “but it sticks in my mind there areten miles of them.”

Mr. Riach and the captain looked at each other.

“There’s a way through them, I suppose?” said the captain.

“Doubtless,” said Alan, “but where? But it somehow runs in my mind once morethat it is clearer under the land.”

“So?” said Hoseason. “We’ll have to haul our wind then, Mr. Riach; we’ll haveto come as near in about the end of Mull as we can take her, sir; and even thenwe’ll have the land to kep the wind off us, and that stoneyard on our lee.Well, we’re in for it now, and may as well crack on.”

With that he gave an order to the steersman, and sent Riach to the foretop.There were only five men on deck, counting the officers; these being all thatwere fit (or, at least, both fit and willing) for their work. So, as I say, itfell to Mr. Riach to go aloft, and he sat there looking out and hailing thedeck with news of all he saw.

“The sea to the south is thick,” he cried; and then, after a while, “it doesseem clearer in by the land.”

“Well, sir,” said Hoseason to Alan, “we’ll try your way of it. But I think Imight as well trust to a blind fiddler. Pray God you’re right.”

“Pray God I am!” says Alan to me. “But where did I hear it? Well, well, it willbe as it must.”

As we got nearer to the turn of the land the reefs began to be sown here andthere on our very path; and Mr. Riach sometimes cried down to us to change thecourse. Sometimes, indeed, none too soon; for one reef was so close on thebrig’s weather board that when a sea burst upon it the lighter sprays fell uponher deck and wetted us like rain.

The brightness of the night showed us these perils as clearly as by day, whichwas, perhaps, the more alarming. It showed me, too, the face of the captain ashe stood by the steersman, now on one foot, now on the other, and sometimesblowing in his hands, but still listening and looking and as steady as steel.Neither he nor Mr. Riach had shown well in the fighting; but I saw they werebrave in their own trade, and admired them all the more because I found Alanvery white.

“Ochone, David,” says he, “this is no the kind of death I fancy!”

“What, Alan!” I cried, “you’re not afraid?”

“No,” said he, wetting his lips, “but you’ll allow, yourself, it’s a coldending.”

By this time, now and then sheering to one side or the other to avoid a reef,but still hugging the wind and the land, we had got round Iona and begun tocome alongside Mull. The tide at the tail of the land ran very strong, andthrew the brig about. Two hands were put to the helm, and Hoseason himselfwould sometimes lend a help; and it was strange to see three strong men throwtheir weight upon the tiller, and it (like a living thing) struggle against anddrive them back. This would have been the greater danger had not the sea beenfor some while free of obstacles. Mr. Riach, besides, announced from the topthat he saw clear water ahead.

“Ye were right,” said Hoseason to Alan. “Ye have saved the brig, sir. I’ll mindthat when we come to clear accounts.” And I believe he not only meant what hesaid, but would have done it; so high a place did the Covenanthold inhis affections.

But this is matter only for conjecture, things having gone otherwise than heforecast.

“Keep her away a point,” sings out Mr. Riach. “Reef to windward!”

And just at the same time the tide caught the brig, and threw the wind out ofher sails. She came round into the wind like a top, and the next moment struckthe reef with such a dunch as threw us all flat upon the deck, and came near toshake Mr. Riach from his place upon the mast.

I was on my feet in a minute. The reef on which we had struck was close inunder the southwest end of Mull, off a little isle they call Earraid, which laylow and black upon the larboard. Sometimes the swell broke clean over us;sometimes it only ground the poor brig upon the reef, so that we could hear herbeat herself to pieces; and what with the great noise of the sails, and thesinging of the wind, and the flying of the spray in the moonlight, and thesense of danger, I think my head must have been partly turned, for I couldscarcely understand the things I saw.

Presently I observed Mr. Riach and the seamen busy round the skiff, and, stillin the same blank, ran over to assist them; and as soon as I set my hand towork, my mind came clear again. It was no very easy task, for the skiff layamidships and was full of hamper, and the breaking of the heavier seascontinually forced us to give over and hold on; but we all wrought like horseswhile we could.

Meanwhile such of the wounded as could move came clambering out of thefore-scuttle and began to help; while the rest that lay helpless in their bunksharrowed me with screaming and begging to be saved.

The captain took no part. It seemed he was struck stupid. He stood holding bythe shrouds, talking to himself and groaning out aloud whenever the shiphammered on the rock. His brig was like wife and child to him; he had lookedon, day by day, at the mishandling of poor Ransome; but when it came to thebrig, he seemed to suffer along with her.

All the time of our working at the boat, I remember only one other thing: thatI asked Alan, looking across at the shore, what country it was; and heanswered, it was the worst possible for him, for it was a land of theCampbells.

We had one of the wounded men told off to keep a watch upon the seas and cry uswarning. Well, we had the boat about ready to be launched, when this man sangout pretty shrill: “For God’s sake, hold on!” We knew by his tone that it wassomething more than ordinary; and sure enough, there followed a sea so hugethat it lifted the brig right up and canted her over on her beam. Whether thecry came too late, or my hold was too weak, I know not; but at the suddentilting of the ship I was cast clean over the bulwarks into the sea.

I went down, and drank my fill, and then came up, and got a blink of the moon,and then down again. They say a man sinks a third time for good. I cannot bemade like other folk, then; for I would not like to write how often I wentdown, or how often I came up again. All the while, I was being hurled along,and beaten upon and choked, and then swallowed whole; and the thing was sodistracting to my wits, that I was neither sorry nor afraid.

Presently, I found I was holding to a spar, which helped me somewhat. And thenall of a sudden I was in quiet water, and began to come to myself.

It was the spare yard I had got hold of, and I was amazed to see how far I hadtravelled from the brig. I hailed her, indeed; but it was plain she was alreadyout of cry. She was still holding together; but whether or not they had yetlaunched the boat, I was too far off and too low down to see.

While I was hailing the brig, I spied a tract of water lying between us whereno great waves came, but which yet boiled white all over and bristled in themoon with rings and bubbles. Sometimes the whole tract swung to one side, likethe tail of a live serpent; sometimes, for a glimpse, it would all disappearand then boil up again. What it was I had no guess, which for the timeincreased my fear of it; but I now know it must have been the roost or tiderace, which had carried me away so fast and tumbled me about so cruelly, and atlast, as if tired of that play, had flung out me and the spare yard upon itslandward margin.

I now lay quite becalmed, and began to feel that a man can die of cold as wellas of drowning. The shores of Earraid were close in; I could see in themoonlight the dots of heather and the sparkling of the mica in the rocks.

“Well,” thought I to myself, “if I cannot get as far as that, it’s strange!”

I had no skill of swimming, Essen Water being small in our neighbourhood; butwhen I laid hold upon the yard with both arms, and kicked out with both feet, Isoon begun to find that I was moving. Hard work it was, and mortally slow; butin about an hour of kicking and splashing, I had got well in between the pointsof a sandy bay surrounded by low hills.

The sea was here quite quiet; there was no sound of any surf; the moon shoneclear; and I thought in my heart I had never seen a place so desert anddesolate. But it was dry land; and when at last it grew so shallow that I couldleave the yard and wade ashore upon my feet, I cannot tell if I was more tiredor more grateful. Both, at least, I was: tired as I never was before thatnight; and grateful to God as I trust I have been often, though never with morecause.

CHAPTER XIV
THE ISLET

ith my stepping ashore I began the most unhappy part of my adventures. It washalf-past twelve in the morning, and though the wind was broken by the land, itwas a cold night. I dared not sit down (for I thought I should have frozen),but took off my shoes and walked to and fro upon the sand, bare-foot, andbeating my breast with infinite weariness. There was no sound of man or cattle;not a cock crew, though it was about the hour of their first waking; only thesurf broke outside in the distance, which put me in mind of my perils and thoseof my friend. To walk by the sea at that hour of the morning, and in a place sodesert-like and lonesome, struck me with a kind of fear.

As soon as the day began to break I put on my shoes and climbed a hill—theruggedest scramble I ever undertook—falling, the whole way, between big blocksof granite, or leaping from one to another. When I got to the top the dawn wascome. There was no sign of the brig, which must have lifted from the reef andsunk. The boat, too, was nowhere to be seen. There was never a sail upon theocean; and in what I could see of the land was neither house nor man.

I was afraid to think what had befallen my shipmates, and afraid to look longerat so empty a scene. What with my wet clothes and weariness, and my belly thatnow began to ache with hunger, I had enough to trouble me without that. So Iset off eastward along the south coast, hoping to find a house where I mightwarm myself, and perhaps get news of those I had lost. And at the worst, Iconsidered the sun would soon rise and dry my clothes.

After a little, my way was stopped by a creek or inlet of the sea, which seemedto run pretty deep into the land; and as I had no means to get across, I mustneeds change my direction to go about the end of it. It was still the roughestkind of walking; indeed the whole, not only of Earraid, but of the neighbouringpart of Mull (which they call the Ross) is nothing but a jumble of graniterocks with heather in among. At first the creek kept narrowing as I had lookedto see; but presently to my surprise it began to widen out again. At this Iscratched my head, but had still no notion of the truth: until at last I cameto a rising ground, and it burst upon me all in a moment that I was cast upon alittle barren isle, and cut off on every side by the salt seas.

Instead of the sun rising to dry me, it came on to rain, with a thick mist; sothat my case was lamentable.

I stood in the rain, and shivered, and wondered what to do, till it occurred tome that perhaps the creek was fordable. Back I went to the narrowest point andwaded in. But not three yards from shore, I plumped in head over ears; and ifever I was heard of more, it was rather by God’s grace than my own prudence. Iwas no wetter (for that could hardly be), but I was all the colder for thismishap; and having lost another hope was the more unhappy.

And now, all at once, the yard came in my head. What had carried me through theroost would surely serve me to cross this little quiet creek in safety. Withthat I set off, undaunted, across the top of the isle, to fetch and carry itback. It was a weary tramp in all ways, and if hope had not buoyed me up, Imust have cast myself down and given up. Whether with the sea salt, or becauseI was growing fevered, I was distressed with thirst, and had to stop, as Iwent, and drink the peaty water out of the hags.

I came to the bay at last, more dead than alive; and at the first glance, Ithought the yard was something farther out than when I left it. In I went, forthe third time, into the sea. The sand was smooth and firm, and shelvedgradually down, so that I could wade out till the water was almost to my neckand the little waves splashed into my face. But at that depth my feet began toleave me, and I durst venture in no farther. As for the yard, I saw it bobbingvery quietly some twenty feet beyond.

I had borne up well until this last disappointment; but at that I came ashore,and flung myself down upon the sands and wept.

The time I spent upon the island is still so horrible a thought to me, that Imust pass it lightly over. In all the books I have read of people cast away,they had either their pockets full of tools, or a chest of things would bethrown upon the beach along with them, as if on purpose. My case was verydifferent. I had nothing in my pockets but money and Alan’s silver button; andbeing inland bred, I was as much short of knowledge as of means.

I knew indeed that shell-fish were counted good to eat; and among the rocks ofthe isle I found a great plenty of limpets, which at first I could scarcelystrike from their places, not knowing quickness to be needful. There were,besides, some of the little shells that we call buckies; I think periwinkle isthe English name. Of these two I made my whole diet, devouring them cold andraw as I found them; and so hungry was I, that at first they seemed to medelicious.

Perhaps they were out of season, or perhaps there was something wrong in thesea about my island. But at least I had no sooner eaten my first meal than Iwas seized with giddiness and retching, and lay for a long time no better thandead. A second trial of the same food (indeed I had no other) did better withme, and revived my strength. But as long as I was on the island, I never knewwhat to expect when I had eaten; sometimes all was well, and sometimes I wasthrown into a miserable sickness; nor could I ever distinguish what particularfish it was that hurt me.

All day it streamed rain; the island ran like a sop, there was no dry spot tobe found; and when I lay down that night, between two boulders that made a kindof roof, my feet were in a bog.

The second day I crossed the island to all sides. There was no one part of itbetter than another; it was all desolate and rocky; nothing living on it butgame birds which I lacked the means to kill, and the gulls which haunted theoutlying rocks in a prodigious number. But the creek, or strait, that cut offthe isle from the main-land of the Ross, opened out on the north into a bay,and the bay again opened into the Sound of Iona; and it was the neighbourhoodof this place that I chose to be my home; though if I had thought upon the veryname of home in such a spot, I must have burst out weeping.

I had good reasons for my choice. There was in this part of the isle a littlehut of a house like a pig’s hut, where fishers used to sleep when they camethere upon their business; but the turf roof of it had fallen entirely in; sothat the hut was of no use to me, and gave me less shelter than my rocks. Whatwas more important, the shell-fish on which I lived grew there in great plenty;when the tide was out I could gather a peck at a time: and this was doubtless aconvenience. But the other reason went deeper. I had become in no way used tothe horrid solitude of the isle, but still looked round me on all sides (like aman that was hunted), between fear and hope that I might see some humancreature coming. Now, from a little up the hillside over the bay, I could catcha sight of the great, ancient church and the roofs of the people’s houses inIona. And on the other hand, over the low country of the Ross, I saw smoke goup, morning and evening, as if from a homestead in a hollow of the land.

I used to watch this smoke, when I was wet and cold, and had my head halfturned with loneliness; and think of the fireside and the company, till myheart burned. It was the same with the roofs of Iona. Altogether, this sight Ihad of men’s homes and comfortable lives, although it put a point on my ownsufferings, yet it kept hope alive, and helped me to eat my raw shell-fish(which had soon grown to be a disgust), and saved me from the sense of horror Ihad whenever I was quite alone with dead rocks, and fowls, and the rain, andthe cold sea.

I say it kept hope alive; and indeed it seemed impossible that I should be leftto die on the shores of my own country, and within view of a church-tower andthe smoke of men’s houses. But the second day passed; and though as long as thelight lasted I kept a bright look-out for boats on the Sound or men passing onthe Ross, no help came near me. It still rained, and I turned in to sleep, aswet as ever, and with a cruel sore throat, but a little comforted, perhaps, byhaving said good-night to my next neighbours, the people of Iona.

Charles the Second declared a man could stay outdoors more days in the year inthe climate of England than in any other. This was very like a king, with apalace at his back and changes of dry clothes. But he must have had better luckon his flight from Worcester than I had on that miserable isle. It was theheight of the summer; yet it rained for more than twenty-four hours, and didnot clear until the afternoon of the third day.

This was the day of incidents. In the morning I saw a red deer, a buck with afine spread of antlers, standing in the rain on the top of the island; but hehad scarce seen me rise from under my rock, before he trotted off upon theother side. I supposed he must have swum the strait; though what should bringany creature to Earraid, was more than I could fancy.

A little after, as I was jumping about after my limpets, I was startled by aguinea-piece, which fell upon a rock in front of me and glanced off into thesea. When the sailors gave me my money again, they kept back not only about athird of the whole sum, but my father’s leather purse; so that from that dayout, I carried my gold loose in a pocket with a button. I now saw there must bea hole, and clapped my hand to the place in a great hurry. But this was to lockthe stable door after the steed was stolen. I had left the shore at Queensferrywith near on fifty pounds; now I found no more than two guinea-pieces and asilver shilling.

It is true I picked up a third guinea a little after, where it lay shining on apiece of turf. That made a fortune of three pounds and four shillings, Englishmoney, for a lad, the rightful heir of an estate, and now starving on an isleat the extreme end of the wild Highlands.

This state of my affairs dashed me still further; and, indeed my plight on thatthird morning was truly pitiful. My clothes were beginning to rot; my stockingsin particular were quite worn through, so that my shanks went naked; my handshad grown quite soft with the continual soaking; my throat was very sore, mystrength had much abated, and my heart so turned against the horrid stuff I wascondemned to eat, that the very sight of it came near to sicken me.

And yet the worst was not yet come.

There is a pretty high rock on the northwest of Earraid, which (because it hada flat top and overlooked the Sound) I was much in the habit of frequenting;not that ever I stayed in one place, save when asleep, my misery giving me norest. Indeed, I wore myself down with continual and aimless goings and comingsin the rain.

As soon, however, as the sun came out, I lay down on the top of that rock todry myself. The comfort of the sunshine is a thing I cannot tell. It set methinking hopefully of my deliverance, of which I had begun to despair; and Iscanned the sea and the Ross with a fresh interest. On the south of my rock, apart of the island jutted out and hid the open ocean, so that a boat could thuscome quite near me upon that side, and I be none the wiser.

Well, all of a sudden, a coble with a brown sail and a pair of fishers aboardof it, came flying round that corner of the isle, bound for Iona. I shoutedout, and then fell on my knees on the rock and reached up my hands and prayedto them. They were near enough to hear—I could even see the colour of theirhair; and there was no doubt but they observed me, for they cried out in theGaelic tongue, and laughed. But the boat never turned aside, and flew on, rightbefore my eyes, for Iona.

I could not believe such wickedness, and ran along the shore from rock to rock,crying on them piteously even after they were out of reach of my voice, I stillcried and waved to them; and when they were quite gone, I thought my heartwould have burst. All the time of my troubles I wept only twice. Once, when Icould not reach the yard, and now, the second time, when these fishers turned adeaf ear to my cries. But this time I wept and roared like a wicked child,tearing up the turf with my nails, and grinding my face in the earth. If a wishwould kill men, those two fishers would never have seen morning, and I shouldlikely have died upon my island.

When I was a little over my anger, I must eat again, but with such loathing ofthe mess as I could now scarce control. Sure enough, I should have done as wellto fast, for my fishes poisoned me again. I had all my first pains; my throatwas so sore I could scarce swallow; I had a fit of strong shuddering, whichclucked my teeth together; and there came on me that dreadful sense of illness,which we have no name for either in Scotch or English. I thought I should havedied, and made my peace with God, forgiving all men, even my uncle and thefishers; and as soon as I had thus made up my mind to the worst, clearness cameupon me; I observed the night was falling dry; my clothes were dried a gooddeal; truly, I was in a better case than ever before, since I had landed on theisle; and so I got to sleep at last, with a thought of gratitude.

The next day (which was the fourth of this horrible life of mine) I found mybodily strength run very low. But the sun shone, the air was sweet, and what Imanaged to eat of the shell-fish agreed well with me and revived my courage.

I was scarce back on my rock (where I went always the first thing after I hadeaten) before I observed a boat coming down the Sound, and with her head, as Ithought, in my direction.

I began at once to hope and fear exceedingly; for I thought these men mighthave thought better of their cruelty and be coming back to my assistance. Butanother disappointment, such as yesterday’s, was more than I could bear. Iturned my back, accordingly, upon the sea, and did not look again till I hadcounted many hundreds. The boat was still heading for the island. The next timeI counted the full thousand, as slowly as I could, my heart beating so as tohurt me. And then it was out of all question. She was coming straight toEarraid!

I could no longer hold myself back, but ran to the seaside and out, from onerock to another, as far as I could go. It is a marvel I was not drowned; forwhen I was brought to a stand at last, my legs shook under me, and my mouth wasso dry, I must wet it with the sea-water before I was able to shout.

All this time the boat was coming on; and now I was able to perceive it was thesame boat and the same two men as yesterday. This I knew by their hair, whichthe one had of a bright yellow and the other black. But now there was a thirdman along with them, who looked to be of a better class.

As soon as they were come within easy speech, they let down their sail and layquiet. In spite of my supplications, they drew no nearer in, and whatfrightened me most of all, the new man tee-hee’d with laughter as he talked andlooked at me.

Then he stood up in the boat and addressed me a long while, speaking fast andwith many wavings of his hand. I told him I had no Gaelic; and at this hebecame very angry, and I began to suspect he thought he was talking English.Listening very close, I caught the word “whateffer” several times; but all therest was Gaelic and might have been Greek and Hebrew for me.

“Whatever,” said I, to show him I had caught a word.

“Yes, yes—yes, yes,” says he, and then he looked at the other men, as much asto say, “I told you I spoke English,” and began again as hard as ever in theGaelic.

This time I picked out another word, “tide.” Then I had a flash of hope. Iremembered he was always waving his hand towards the mainland of the Ross.

“Do you mean when the tide is out—?” I cried, and could not finish.

“Yes, yes,” said he. “Tide.”

At that I turned tail upon their boat (where my adviser had once more begun totee-hee with laughter), leaped back the way I had come, from one stone toanother, and set off running across the isle as I had never run before. Inabout half an hour I came out upon the shores of the creek; and, sure enough,it was shrunk into a little trickle of water, through which I dashed, not abovemy knees, and landed with a shout on the main island.

A sea-bred boy would not have stayed a day on Earraid; which is only what theycall a tidal islet, and except in the bottom of the neaps, can be entered andleft twice in every twenty-four hours, either dry-shod, or at the most bywading. Even I, who had the tide going out and in before me in the bay, andeven watched for the ebbs, the better to get my shellfish—even I (I say) if Ihad sat down to think, instead of raging at my fate, must have soon guessed thesecret, and got free. It was no wonder the fishers had not understood me. Thewonder was rather that they had ever guessed my pitiful illusion, and taken thetrouble to come back. I had starved with cold and hunger on that island forclose upon one hundred hours. But for the fishers, I might have left my bonesthere, in pure folly. And even as it was, I had paid for it pretty dear, notonly in past sufferings, but in my present case; being clothed like abeggar-man, scarce able to walk, and in great pain of my sore throat.

I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of both; and I believe they bothget paid in the end; but the fools first.

CHAPTER XV
THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: THROUGH THE ISLE OF MULL

he Ross of Mull, which I had now got upon, was rugged and trackless, like theisle I had just left; being all bog, and brier, and big stone. There may beroads for them that know that country well; but for my part I had no betterguide than my own nose, and no other landmark than Ben More.

I aimed as well as I could for the smoke I had seen so often from the island;and with all my great weariness and the difficulty of the way came upon thehouse in the bottom of a little hollow about five or six at night. It was lowand longish, roofed with turf and built of unmortared stones; and on a mound infront of it, an old gentleman sat smoking his pipe in the sun.

With what little English he had, he gave me to understand that my shipmates hadgot safe ashore, and had broken bread in that very house on the day after.

“Was there one,” I asked, “dressed like a gentleman?”

He said they all wore rough great-coats; but to be sure, the first of them, theone that came alone, wore breeches and stockings, while the rest had sailors’trousers.

“Ah,” said I, “and he would have a feathered hat?”

He told me, no, that he was bareheaded like myself.

At first I thought Alan might have lost his hat; and then the rain came in mymind, and I judged it more likely he had it out of harm’s way under hisgreat-coat. This set me smiling, partly because my friend was safe, partly tothink of his vanity in dress.

And then the old gentleman clapped his hand to his brow, and cried out that Imust be the lad with the silver button.

“Why, yes!” said I, in some wonder.

“Well, then,” said the old gentleman, “I have a word for you, that you are tofollow your friend to his country, by Torosay.”

He then asked me how I had fared, and I told him my tale. A south-country manwould certainly have laughed; but this old gentleman (I call him so because ofhis manners, for his clothes were dropping off his back) heard me all throughwith nothing but gravity and pity. When I had done, he took me by the hand, ledme into his hut (it was no better) and presented me before his wife, as if shehad been the Queen and I a duke.

The good woman set oat-bread before me and a cold grouse, patting my shoulderand smiling to me all the time, for she had no English; and the old gentleman(not to be behind) brewed me a strong punch out of their country spirit. Allthe while I was eating, and after that when I was drinking the punch, I couldscarce come to believe in my good fortune; and the house, though it was thickwith the peat-smoke and as full of holes as a colander, seemed like a palace.

The punch threw me in a strong sweat and a deep slumber; the good people let melie; and it was near noon of the next day before I took the road, my throatalready easier and my spirits quite restored by good fare and good news. Theold gentleman, although I pressed him hard, would take no money, and gave me anold bonnet for my head; though I am free to own I was no sooner out of view ofthe house than I very jealously washed this gift of his in a wayside fountain.

Thought I to myself: “If these are the wild Highlanders, I could wish my ownfolk wilder.”

I not only started late, but I must have wandered nearly half the time. True, Imet plenty of people, grubbing in little miserable fields that would not keep acat, or herding little kine about the bigness of asses. The Highland dressbeing forbidden by law since the rebellion, and the people condemned to theLowland habit, which they much disliked, it was strange to see the variety oftheir array. Some went bare, only for a hanging cloak or great-coat, andcarried their trousers on their backs like a useless burthen: some had made animitation of the tartan with little parti-coloured stripes patched togetherlike an old wife’s quilt; others, again, still wore the Highland philabeg, butby putting a few stitches between the legs transformed it into a pair oftrousers like a Dutchman’s. All those makeshifts were condemned and punished,for the law was harshly applied, in hopes to break up the clan spirit; but inthat out-of-the-way, sea-bound isle, there were few to make remarks and fewerto tell tales.

They seemed in great poverty; which was no doubt natural, now that rapine wasput down, and the chiefs kept no longer an open house; and the roads (even sucha wandering, country by-track as the one I followed) were infested withbeggars. And here again I marked a difference from my own part of the country.For our Lowland beggars—even the gownsmen themselves, who beg by patent—had alouting, flattering way with them, and if you gave them a plaek and askedchange, would very civilly return you a boddle. But these Highland beggarsstood on their dignity, asked alms only to buy snuff (by their account) andwould give no change.

To be sure, this was no concern of mine, except in so far as it entertained meby the way. What was much more to the purpose, few had any English, and thesefew (unless they were of the brotherhood of beggars) not very anxious to placeit at my service. I knew Torosay to be my destination, and repeated the name tothem and pointed; but instead of simply pointing in reply, they would give me ascreed of the Gaelic that set me foolish; so it was small wonder if I went outof my road as often as I stayed in it.

At last, about eight at night, and already very weary, I came to a lone house,where I asked admittance, and was refused, until I bethought me of the power ofmoney in so poor a country, and held up one of my guineas in my finger andthumb. Thereupon, the man of the house, who had hitherto pretended to have noEnglish, and driven me from his door by signals, suddenly began to speak asclearly as was needful, and agreed for five shillings to give me a night’slodging and guide me the next day to Torosay.

I slept uneasily that night, fearing I should be robbed; but I might havespared myself the pain; for my host was no robber, only miserably poor and agreat cheat. He was not alone in his poverty; for the next morning, we must gofive miles about to the house of what he called a rich man to have one of myguineas changed. This was perhaps a rich man for Mull; he would have scarcebeen thought so in the south; for it took all he had—the whole house was turnedupside down, and a neighbour brought under contribution, before he could scrapetogether twenty shillings in silver. The odd shilling he kept for himself,protesting he could ill afford to have so great a sum of money lying “lockedup.” For all that he was very courteous and well spoken, made us both sit downwith his family to dinner, and brewed punch in a fine china bowl, over which myrascal guide grew so merry that he refused to start.

I was for getting angry, and appealed to the rich man (Hector Maclean was hisname), who had been a witness to our bargain and to my payment of the fiveshillings. But Maclean had taken his share of the punch, and vowed that nogentleman should leave his table after the bowl was brewed; so there wasnothing for it but to sit and hear Jacobite toasts and Gaelic songs, till allwere tipsy and staggered off to the bed or the barn for their night’s rest.

Next day (the fourth of my travels) we were up before five upon the clock; butmy rascal guide got to the bottle at once, and it was three hours before I hadhim clear of the house, and then (as you shall hear) only for a worsedisappointment.

As long as we went down a heathery valley that lay before Mr. Maclean’s house,all went well; only my guide looked constantly over his shoulder, and when Iasked him the cause, only grinned at me. No sooner, however, had we crossed theback of a hill, and got out of sight of the house windows, than he told meTorosay lay right in front, and that a hill-top (which he pointed out) was mybest landmark.

“I care very little for that,” said I, “since you are going with me.”

The impudent cheat answered me in the Gaelic that he had no English.

“My fine fellow,” I said, “I know very well your English comes and goes. Tellme what will bring it back? Is it more money you wish?”

“Five shillings mair,” said he, “and hersel’ will bring ye there.”

I reflected awhile and then offered him two, which he accepted greedily, andinsisted on having in his hands at once “for luck,” as he said, but I think itwas rather for my misfortune.

The two shillings carried him not quite as many miles; at the end of whichdistance, he sat down upon the wayside and took off his brogues from his feet,like a man about to rest.

I was now red-hot. “Ha!” said I, “have you no more English?”

He said impudently, “No.”

At that I boiled over, and lifted my hand to strike him; and he, drawing aknife from his rags, squatted back and grinned at me like a wildcat. At that,forgetting everything but my anger, I ran in upon him, put aside his knife withmy left, and struck him in the mouth with the right. I was a strong lad andvery angry, and he but a little man; and he went down before me heavily. Bygood luck, his knife flew out of his hand as he fell.

I picked up both that and his brogues, wished him a good morning, and set offupon my way, leaving him barefoot and disarmed. I chuckled to myself as I went,being sure I was done with that rogue, for a variety of reasons. First, he knewhe could have no more of my money; next, the brogues were worth in that countryonly a few pence; and, lastly, the knife, which was really a dagger, it wasagainst the law for him to carry.

In about half an hour of walk, I overtook a great, ragged man, moving prettyfast but feeling before him with a staff. He was quite blind, and told me hewas a catechist, which should have put me at my ease. But his face went againstme; it seemed dark and dangerous and secret; and presently, as we began to goon alongside, I saw the steel butt of a pistol sticking from under the flap ofhis coat-pocket. To carry such a thing meant a fine of fifteen pounds sterlingupon a first offence, and transportation to the colonies upon a second. Norcould I quite see why a religious teacher should go armed, or what a blind mancould be doing with a pistol.

I told him about my guide, for I was proud of what I had done, and my vanityfor once got the heels of my prudence. At the mention of the five shillings hecried out so loud that I made up my mind I should say nothing of the other two,and was glad he could not see my blushes.

“Was it too much?” I asked, a little faltering.

“Too much!” cries he. “Why, I will guide you to Torosay myself for a dram ofbrandy. And give you the great pleasure of my company (me that is a man of somelearning) in the bargain.”

I said I did not see how a blind man could be a guide; but at that he laughedaloud, and said his stick was eyes enough for an eagle.

“In the Isle of Mull, at least,” says he, “where I know every stone andheather-bush by mark of head. See, now,” he said, striking right and left, asif to make sure, “down there a burn is running; and at the head of it therestands a bit of a small hill with a stone cocked upon the top of that; and it’shard at the foot of the hill, that the way runs by to Torosay; and the wayhere, being for droves, is plainly trodden, and will show grassy through theheather.”

I had to own he was right in every feature, and told my wonder.

“Ha!” says he, “that’s nothing. Would ye believe me now, that before the Actcame out, and when there were weepons in this country, I could shoot? Ay, couldI!” cries he, and then with a leer: “If ye had such a thing as a pistol here totry with, I would show ye how it’s done.”

I told him I had nothing of the sort, and gave him a wider berth. If he hadknown, his pistol stuck at that time quite plainly out of his pocket, and Icould see the sun twinkle on the steel of the butt. But by the better luck forme, he knew nothing, thought all was covered, and lied on in the dark.

He then began to question me cunningly, where I came from, whether I was rich,whether I could change a five-shilling piece for him (which he declared he hadthat moment in his sporran), and all the time he kept edging up to me and Iavoiding him. We were now upon a sort of green cattle-track which crossed thehills towards Torosay, and we kept changing sides upon that like dancers in areel. I had so plainly the upper-hand that my spirits rose, and indeed I took apleasure in this game of blindman’s buff; but the catechist grew angrier andangrier, and at last began to swear in Gaelic and to strike for my legs withhis staff.

Then I told him that, sure enough, I had a pistol in my pocket as well as he,and if he did not strike across the hill due south I would even blow his brainsout.

He became at once very polite, and after trying to soften me for some time, butquite in vain, he cursed me once more in Gaelic and took himself off. I watchedhim striding along, through bog and brier, tapping with his stick, until heturned the end of a hill and disappeared in the next hollow. Then I struck onagain for Torosay, much better pleased to be alone than to travel with that manof learning. This was an unlucky day; and these two, of whom I had just ridmyself, one after the other, were the two worst men I met with in theHighlands.

At Torosay, on the Sound of Mull and looking over to the mainland of Morven,there was an inn with an innkeeper, who was a Maclean, it appeared, of a veryhigh family; for to keep an inn is thought even more genteel in the Highlandsthan it is with us, perhaps as partaking of hospitality, or perhaps because thetrade is idle and drunken. He spoke good English, and finding me to besomething of a scholar, tried me first in French, where he easily beat me, andthen in the Latin, in which I don’t know which of us did best. This pleasantrivalry put us at once upon friendly terms; and I sat up and drank punch withhim (or to be more correct, sat up and watched him drink it), until he was sotipsy that he wept upon my shoulder.

I tried him, as if by accident, with a sight of Alan’s button; but it was plainhe had never seen or heard of it. Indeed, he bore some grudge against thefamily and friends of Ardshiel, and before he was drunk he read me a lampoon,in very good Latin, but with a very ill meaning, which he had made in elegiacverses upon a person of that house.

When I told him of my catechist, he shook his head, and said I was lucky tohave got clear off. “That is a very dangerous man,” he said; “Duncan Mackieghis his name; he can shoot by the ear at several yards, and has been oftenaccused of highway robberies, and once of murder.”

“The cream of it is,” says I, “that he called himself a catechist.”

“And why should he not?” says he, “when that is what he is. It was Maclean ofDuart gave it to him because he was blind. But perhaps it was a peety,” says myhost, “for he is always on the road, going from one place to another to hearthe young folk say their religion; and, doubtless, that is a great temptationto the poor man.”

At last, when my landlord could drink no more, he showed me to a bed, and I laydown in very good spirits; having travelled the greater part of that big andcrooked Island of Mull, from Earraid to Torosay, fifty miles as the crow flies,and (with my wanderings) much nearer a hundred, in four days and with littlefatigue. Indeed I was by far in better heart and health of body at the end ofthat long tramp than I had been at the beginning.

CHAPTER XVI
THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: ACROSS MORVEN

here is a regular ferry from Torosay to Kinlochaline on the mainland. Bothshores of the Sound are in the country of the strong clan of the Macleans, andthe people that passed the ferry with me were almost all of that clan. Theskipper of the boat, on the other hand, was called Neil Roy Macrob; and sinceMacrob was one of the names of Alan’s clansmen, and Alan himself had sent me tothat ferry, I was eager to come to private speech of Neil Roy.

In the crowded boat this was of course impossible, and the passage was a veryslow affair. There was no wind, and as the boat was wretchedly equipped, wecould pull but two oars on one side, and one on the other. The men gave way,however, with a good will, the passengers taking spells to help them, and thewhole company giving the time in Gaelic boat-songs. And what with the songs,and the sea-air, and the good-nature and spirit of all concerned, and thebright weather, the passage was a pretty thing to have seen.

But there was one melancholy part. In the mouth of Loch Aline we found a greatsea-going ship at anchor; and this I supposed at first to be one of the King’scruisers which were kept along that coast, both summer and winter, to preventcommunication with the French. As we got a little nearer, it became plain shewas a ship of merchandise; and what still more puzzled me, not only her decks,but the sea-beach also, were quite black with people, and skiffs werecontinually plying to and fro between them. Yet nearer, and there began to cometo our ears a great sound of mourning, the people on board and those on theshore crying and lamenting one to another so as to pierce the heart.

Then I understood this was an emigrant ship bound for the American colonies.

We put the ferry-boat alongside, and the exiles leaned over the bulwarks,weeping and reaching out their hands to my fellow-passengers, among whom theycounted some near friends. How long this might have gone on I do not know, forthey seemed to have no sense of time: but at last the captain of the ship, whoseemed near beside himself (and no great wonder) in the midst of this cryingand confusion, came to the side and begged us to depart.

Thereupon Neil sheered off; and the chief singer in our boat struck into amelancholy air, which was presently taken up both by the emigrants and theirfriends upon the beach, so that it sounded from all sides like a lament for thedying. I saw the tears run down the cheeks of the men and women in the boat,even as they bent at the oars; and the circumstances and the music of the song(which is one called “Lochaber no more”) were highly affecting even to myself.

At Kinlochaline I got Neil Roy upon one side on the beach, and said I made surehe was one of Appin’s men.

“And what for no?” said he.

“I am seeking somebody,” said I; “and it comes in my mind that you will havenews of him. Alan Breck Stewart is his name.” And very foolishly, instead ofshowing him the button, I sought to pass a shilling in his hand.

At this he drew back. “I am very much affronted,” he said; “and this is not theway that one shentleman should behave to another at all. The man you ask for isin France; but if he was in my sporran,” says he, “and your belly full ofshillings, I would not hurt a hair upon his body.”

I saw I had gone the wrong way to work, and without wasting time uponapologies, showed him the button lying in the hollow of my palm.

“Aweel, aweel,” said Neil; “and I think ye might have begun with that end ofthe stick, whatever! But if ye are the lad with the silver button, all is well,and I have the word to see that ye come safe. But if ye will pardon me to speakplainly,” says he, “there is a name that you should never take into your mouth,and that is the name of Alan Breck; and there is a thing that ye would neverdo, and that is to offer your dirty money to a Hieland shentleman.”

It was not very easy to apologise; for I could scarce tell him (what was thetruth) that I had never dreamed he would set up to be a gentleman until he toldme so. Neil on his part had no wish to prolong his dealings with me, only tofulfil his orders and be done with it; and he made haste to give me my route.This was to lie the night in Kinlochaline in the public inn; to cross Morventhe next day to Ardgour, and lie the night in the house of one John of theClaymore, who was warned that I might come; the third day, to be set across oneloch at Corran and another at Balachulish, and then ask my way to the house ofJames of the Glens, at Aucharn in Duror of Appin. There was a good deal offerrying, as you hear; the sea in all this part running deep into the mountainsand winding about their roots. It makes the country strong to hold anddifficult to travel, but full of prodigious wild and dreadful prospects.

I had some other advice from Neil: to speak with no one by the way, to avoidWhigs, Campbells, and the “red-soldiers;” to leave the road and lie in a bushif I saw any of the latter coming, “for it was never chancy to meet in withthem;” and in brief, to conduct myself like a robber or a Jacobite agent, asperhaps Neil thought me.

The inn at Kinlochaline was the most beggarly vile place that ever pigs werestyed in, full of smoke, vermin, and silent Highlanders. I was not onlydiscontented with my lodging, but with myself for my mismanagement of Neil, andthought I could hardly be worse off. But very wrongly, as I was soon to see;for I had not been half an hour at the inn (standing in the door most of thetime, to ease my eyes from the peat smoke) when a thunderstorm came close by,the springs broke in a little hill on which the inn stood, and one end of thehouse became a running water. Places of public entertainment were bad enoughall over Scotland in those days; yet it was a wonder to myself, when I had togo from the fireside to the bed in which I slept, wading over the shoes.

Early in my next day’s journey I overtook a little, stout, solemn man, walkingvery slowly with his toes turned out, sometimes reading in a book and sometimesmarking the place with his finger, and dressed decently and plainly insomething of a clerical style.

This I found to be another catechist, but of a different order from the blindman of Mull: being indeed one of those sent out by the Edinburgh Society forPropagating Christian Knowledge, to evangelise the more savage places of theHighlands. His name was Henderland; he spoke with the broad south-countrytongue, which I was beginning to weary for the sound of; and besides commoncountryship, we soon found we had a more particular bond of interest. For mygood friend, the minister of Essendean, had translated into the Gaelic in hisby-time a number of hymns and pious books which Henderland used in his work,and held in great esteem. Indeed, it was one of these he was carrying andreading when we met.

We fell in company at once, our ways lying together as far as to Kingairloch.As we went, he stopped and spoke with all the wayfarers and workers that we metor passed; and though of course I could not tell what they discoursed about,yet I judged Mr. Henderland must be well liked in the countryside, for Iobserved many of them to bring out their mulls and share a pinch of snuff withhim.

I told him as far in my affairs as I judged wise; as far, that is, as they werenone of Alan’s; and gave Balachulish as the place I was travelling to, to meeta friend; for I thought Aucharn, or even Duror, would be too particular, andmight put him on the scent.

On his part, he told me much of his work and the people he worked among, thehiding priests and Jacobites, the Disarming Act, the dress, and many othercuriosities of the time and place. He seemed moderate; blaming Parliament inseveral points, and especially because they had framed the Act more severelyagainst those who wore the dress than against those who carried weapons.

This moderation put it in my mind to question him of the Red Fox and the Appintenants; questions which, I thought, would seem natural enough in the mouth ofone travelling to that country.

He said it was a bad business. “It’s wonderful,” said he, “where the tenantsfind the money, for their life is mere starvation. (Ye don’t carry such a thingas snuff, do ye, Mr. Balfour? No. Well, I’m better wanting it.) But thesetenants (as I was saying) are doubtless partly driven to it. James Stewart inDuror (that’s him they call James of the Glens) is half-brother to Ardshiel,the captain of the clan; and he is a man much looked up to, and drives veryhard. And then there’s one they call Alan Breck—”

“Ah!” I cried, “what of him?”

“What of the wind that bloweth where it listeth?” said Henderland. “He’s hereand awa; here to-day and gone to-morrow: a fair heather-cat. He might beglowering at the two of us out of yon whin-bush, and I wouldnae wonder! Ye’llno carry such a thing as snuff, will ye?”

I told him no, and that he had asked the same thing more than once.

“It’s highly possible,” said he, sighing. “But it seems strange ye shouldnaecarry it. However, as I was saying, this Alan Breck is a bold, desperatecustomer, and well kent to be James’s right hand. His life is forfeit already;he would boggle at naething; and maybe, if a tenant-body was to hang back hewould get a dirk in his wame.”

“You make a poor story of it all, Mr. Henderland,” said I. “If it is all fearupon both sides, I care to hear no more of it.”

“Na,” said Mr. Henderland, “but there’s love too, and self-denial that shouldput the like of you and me to shame. There’s something fine about it; noperhaps Christian, but humanly fine. Even Alan Breck, by all that I hear, is achield to be respected. There’s many a lying sneck-draw sits close in kirk inour own part of the country, and stands well in the world’s eye, and maybe is afar worse man, Mr. Balfour, than yon misguided shedder of man’s blood. Ay, ay,we might take a lesson by them.—Ye’ll perhaps think I’ve been too long in theHielands?” he added, smiling to me.

I told him not at all; that I had seen much to admire among the Highlanders;and if he came to that, Mr. Campbell himself was a Highlander.

“Ay,” said he, “that’s true. It’s a fine blood.”

“And what is the King’s agent about?” I asked.

“Colin Campbell?” says Henderland. “Putting his head in a bees’ byke!”

“He is to turn the tenants out by force, I hear?” said I.

“Yes,” says he, “but the business has gone back and forth, as folk say. First,James of the Glens rode to Edinburgh, and got some lawyer (a Stewart, naedoubt—they all hing together like bats in a steeple) and had the proceedingsstayed. And then Colin Campbell cam’ in again, and had the upper-hand beforethe Barons of Exchequer. And now they tell me the first of the tenants are toflit to-morrow. It’s to begin at Duror under James’s very windows, whichdoesnae seem wise by my humble way of it.”

“Do you think they’ll fight?” I asked.

“Well,” says Henderland, “they’re disarmed—or supposed to be—for there’s stilla good deal of cold iron lying by in quiet places. And then Colin Campbell hasthe sogers coming. But for all that, if I was his lady wife, I wouldnae be wellpleased till I got him home again. They’re queer customers, the AppinStewarts.”

I asked if they were worse than their neighbours.

“No they,” said he. “And that’s the worst part of it. For if Colin Roy can gethis business done in Appin, he has it all to begin again in the next country,which they call Mamore, and which is one of the countries of the Camerons. He’sKing’s Factor upon both, and from both he has to drive out the tenants; andindeed, Mr. Balfour (to be open with ye), it’s my belief that if he escapes theone lot, he’ll get his death by the other.”

So we continued talking and walking the great part of the day; until at last,Mr. Henderland after expressing his delight in my company, and satisfaction atmeeting with a friend of Mr. Campbell’s (“whom,” says he, “I will make bold tocall that sweet singer of our covenanted Zion”), proposed that I should make ashort stage, and lie the night in his house a little beyond Kingairloch. To saytruth, I was overjoyed; for I had no great desire for John of the Claymore, andsince my double misadventure, first with the guide and next with the gentlemanskipper, I stood in some fear of any Highland stranger. Accordingly we shookhands upon the bargain, and came in the afternoon to a small house, standingalone by the shore of the Linnhe Loch. The sun was already gone from the desertmountains of Ardgour upon the hither side, but shone on those of Appin on thefarther; the loch lay as still as a lake, only the gulls were crying round thesides of it; and the whole place seemed solemn and uncouth.

We had no sooner come to the door of Mr. Henderland’s dwelling, than to mygreat surprise (for I was now used to the politeness of Highlanders) he burstrudely past me, dashed into the room, caught up a jar and a small horn-spoon,and began ladling snuff into his nose in most excessive quantities. Then he hada hearty fit of sneezing, and looked round upon me with a rather silly smile.

“It’s a vow I took,” says he. “I took a vow upon me that I wouldnae carry it.Doubtless it’s a great privation; but when I think upon the martyrs, not onlyto the Scottish Covenant but to other points of Christianity, I think shame tomind it.”

As soon as we had eaten (and porridge and whey was the best of the good man’sdiet) he took a grave face and said he had a duty to perform by Mr. Campbell,and that was to inquire into my state of mind towards God. I was inclined tosmile at him since the business of the snuff; but he had not spoken long beforehe brought the tears into my eyes. There are two things that men should neverweary of, goodness and humility; we get none too much of them in this roughworld among cold, proud people; but Mr. Henderland had their very speech uponhis tongue. And though I was a good deal puffed up with my adventures and withhaving come off, as the saying is, with flying colours; yet he soon had me onmy knees beside a simple, poor old man, and both proud and glad to be there.

Before we went to bed he offered me sixpence to help me on my way, out of ascanty store he kept in the turf wall of his house; at which excess of goodnessI knew not what to do. But at last he was so earnest with me that I thought itthe more mannerly part to let him have his way, and so left him poorer thanmyself.

CHAPTER XVII
THE DEATH OF THE RED FOX

he next day Mr. Henderland found for me a man who had a boat of his own and wasto cross the Linnhe Loch that afternoon into Appin, fishing. Him he prevailedon to take me, for he was one of his flock; and in this way I saved a longday’s travel and the price of the two public ferries I must otherwise havepassed.

It was near noon before we set out; a dark day with clouds, and the sun shiningupon little patches. The sea was here very deep and still, and had scarce awave upon it; so that I must put the water to my lips before I could believe itto be truly salt. The mountains on either side were high, rough and barren,very black and gloomy in the shadow of the clouds, but all silver-laced withlittle watercourses where the sun shone upon them. It seemed a hard country,this of Appin, for people to care as much about as Alan did.

There was but one thing to mention. A little after we had started, the sunshone upon a little moving clump of scarlet close in along the water-side tothe north. It was much of the same red as soldiers’ coats; every now and then,too, there came little sparks and lightnings, as though the sun had struck uponbright steel.

I asked my boatman what it should be, and he answered he supposed it was someof the red soldiers coming from Fort William into Appin, against the poortenantry of the country. Well, it was a sad sight to me; and whether it wasbecause of my thoughts of Alan, or from something prophetic in my bosom,although this was but the second time I had seen King George’s troops, I had nogood will to them.

At last we came so near the point of land at the entering in of Loch Leven thatI begged to be set on shore. My boatman (who was an honest fellow and mindfulof his promise to the catechist) would fain have carried me on to Balachulish;but as this was to take me farther from my secret destination, I insisted, andwas set on shore at last under the wood of Lettermore (or Lettervore, for Ihave heard it both ways) in Alan’s country of Appin.

This was a wood of birches, growing on a steep, craggy side of a mountain thatoverhung the loch. It had many openings and ferny howes; and a road or bridletrack ran north and south through the midst of it, by the edge of which, wherewas a spring, I sat down to eat some oat-bread of Mr. Henderland’s and thinkupon my situation.

Here I was not only troubled by a cloud of stinging midges, but far more by thedoubts of my mind. What I ought to do, why I was going to join myself with anoutlaw and a would-be murderer like Alan, whether I should not be acting morelike a man of sense to tramp back to the south country direct, by my ownguidance and at my own charges, and what Mr. Campbell or even Mr. Henderlandwould think of me if they should ever learn my folly and presumption: thesewere the doubts that now began to come in on me stronger than ever.

As I was so sitting and thinking, a sound of men and horses came to me throughthe wood; and presently after, at a turning of the road, I saw four travellerscome into view. The way was in this part so rough and narrow that they camesingle and led their horses by the reins. The first was a great, red-headedgentleman, of an imperious and flushed face, who carried his hat in his handand fanned himself, for he was in a breathing heat. The second, by his decentblack garb and white wig, I correctly took to be a lawyer. The third was aservant, and wore some part of his clothes in tartan, which showed that hismaster was of a Highland family, and either an outlaw or else in singular goododour with the Government, since the wearing of tartan was against the Act. IfI had been better versed in these things, I would have known the tartan to beof the Argyle (or Campbell) colours. This servant had a good-sized portmanteaustrapped on his horse, and a net of lemons (to brew punch with) hanging at thesaddle-bow; as was often enough the custom with luxurious travellers in thatpart of the country.

As for the fourth, who brought up the tail, I had seen his like before, andknew him at once to be a sheriff’s officer.

I had no sooner seen these people coming than I made up my mind (for no reasonthat I can tell) to go through with my adventure; and when the first camealongside of me, I rose up from the bracken and asked him the way to Aucharn.

He stopped and looked at me, as I thought, a little oddly; and then, turning tothe lawyer, “Mungo,” said he, “there’s many a man would think this more of awarning than two pyats. Here am I on my road to Duror on the job ye ken; andhere is a young lad starts up out of the bracken, and speers if I am on the wayto Aucharn.”

“Glenure,” said the other, “this is an ill subject for jesting.”

These two had now drawn close up and were gazing at me, while the two followershad halted about a stone-cast in the rear.

“And what seek ye in Aucharn?” said Colin Roy Campbell of Glenure, him theycalled the Red Fox; for he it was that I had stopped.

“The man that lives there,” said I.

“James of the Glens,” says Glenure, musingly; and then to the lawyer: “Is hegathering his people, think ye?”

“Anyway,” says the lawyer, “we shall do better to bide where we are, and letthe soldiers rally us.”

“If you are concerned for me,” said I, “I am neither of his people nor yours,but an honest subject of King George, owing no man and fearing no man.”

“Why, very well said,” replies the Factor. “But if I may make so bold as ask,what does this honest man so far from his country? and why does he come seekingthe brother of Ardshiel? I have power here, I must tell you. I am King’s Factorupon several of these estates, and have twelve files of soldiers at my back.”

“I have heard a waif word in the country,” said I, a little nettled, “that youwere a hard man to drive.”

He still kept looking at me, as if in doubt.

“Well,” said he, at last, “your tongue is bold; but I am no unfriend toplainness. If ye had asked me the way to the door of James Stewart on any otherday but this, I would have set ye right and bidden ye God speed. But to-day—eh,Mungo?” And he turned again to look at the lawyer.

But just as he turned there came the shot of a firelock from higher up thehill; and with the very sound of it Glenure fell upon the road.

“O, I am dead!” he cried, several times over.

The lawyer had caught him up and held him in his arms, the servant standingover and clasping his hands. And now the wounded man looked from one to anotherwith scared eyes, and there was a change in his voice, that went to the heart.

“Take care of yourselves,” says he. “I am dead.”

He tried to open his clothes as if to look for the wound, but his fingersslipped on the buttons. With that he gave a great sigh, his head rolled on hisshoulder, and he passed away.

The lawyer said never a word, but his face was as sharp as a pen and as whiteas the dead man’s; the servant broke out into a great noise of crying andweeping, like a child; and I, on my side, stood staring at them in a kind ofhorror. The sheriff’s officer had run back at the first sound of the shot, tohasten the coming of the soldiers.

At last the lawyer laid down the dead man in his blood upon the road, and gotto his own feet with a kind of stagger.

I believe it was his movement that brought me to my senses; for he had nosooner done so than I began to scramble up the hill, crying out, “The murderer!the murderer!”

So little a time had elapsed, that when I got to the top of the firststeepness, and could see some part of the open mountain, the murderer was stillmoving away at no great distance. He was a big man, in a black coat, with metalbuttons, and carried a long fowling-piece.

“Here!” I cried. “I see him!”

At that the murderer gave a little, quick look over his shoulder, and began torun. The next moment he was lost in a fringe of birches; then he came out againon the upper side, where I could see him climbing like a jackanapes, for thatpart was again very steep; and then he dipped behind a shoulder, and I saw himno more.

All this time I had been running on my side, and had got a good way up, when avoice cried upon me to stand.

I was at the edge of the upper wood, and so now, when I halted and looked back,I saw all the open part of the hill below me.

The lawyer and the sheriff’s officer were standing just above the road, cryingand waving on me to come back; and on their left, the red-coats, musket inhand, were beginning to struggle singly out of the lower wood.

“Why should I come back?” I cried. “Come you on!”

“Ten pounds if ye take that lad!” cried the lawyer. “He’s an accomplice. He wasposted here to hold us in talk.”

At that word (which I could hear quite plainly, though it was to the soldiersand not to me that he was crying it) my heart came in my mouth with quite a newkind of terror. Indeed, it is one thing to stand the danger of your life, andquite another to run the peril of both life and character. The thing, besides,had come so suddenly, like thunder out of a clear sky, that I was all amazedand helpless.

The soldiers began to spread, some of them to run, and others to put up theirpieces and cover me; and still I stood.

“Jouk^[18]in here among thetrees,” said a voice close by.

[18]Duck.

Indeed, I scarce knew what I was doing, but I obeyed; and as I did so, I heardthe firelocks bang and the balls whistle in the birches.

Just inside the shelter of the trees I found Alan Breck standing, with afishing-rod. He gave me no salutation; indeed it was no time for civilities;only “Come!” says he, and set off running along the side of the mountaintowards Balachulish; and I, like a sheep, to follow him.

Now we ran among the birches; now stooping behind low humps upon themountain-side; now crawling on all fours among the heather. The pace wasdeadly: my heart seemed bursting against my ribs; and I had neither time tothink nor breath to speak with. Only I remember seeing with wonder, that Alanevery now and then would straighten himself to his full height and look back;and every time he did so, there came a great far-away cheering and crying ofthe soldiers.

Quarter of an hour later, Alan stopped, clapped down flat in the heather, andturned to me.

“Now,” said he, “it’s earnest. Do as I do, for your life.”

And at the same speed, but now with infinitely more precaution, we traced backagain across the mountain-side by the same way that we had come, only perhapshigher; till at last Alan threw himself down in the upper wood of Lettermore,where I had found him at the first, and lay, with his face in the bracken,panting like a dog.

My own sides so ached, my head so swam, my tongue so hung out of my mouth withheat and dryness, that I lay beside him like one dead.

CHAPTER XVIII
I TALK WITH ALAN IN THE WOOD OF LETTERMORE

lan was the first to come round. He rose, went to the border of the wood,peered out a little, and then returned and sat down.

“Well,” said he, “yon was a hot burst, David.”

I said nothing, nor so much as lifted my face. I had seen murder done, and agreat, ruddy, jovial gentleman struck out of life in a moment; the pity of thatsight was still sore within me, and yet that was but a part of my concern. Herewas murder done upon the man Alan hated; here was Alan skulking in the treesand running from the troops; and whether his was the hand that fired or onlythe head that ordered, signified but little. By my way of it, my only friend inthat wild country was blood-guilty in the first degree; I held him in horror; Icould not look upon his face; I would have rather lain alone in the rain on mycold isle, than in that warm wood beside a murderer.

“Are ye still wearied?” he asked again.

“No,” said I, still with my face in the bracken; “no, I am not wearied now, andI can speak. You and me must twine,”^[19]I said. “I liked you very well, Alan, butyour ways are not mine, and they’re not God’s: and the short and the long of itis just that we must twine.”

[19]Part.

“I will hardly twine from ye, David, without some kind of reason for the same,”said Alan, mighty gravely. “If ye ken anything against my reputation, it’s theleast thing that ye should do, for old acquaintance’ sake, to let me hear thename of it; and if ye have only taken a distaste to my society, it will beproper for me to judge if I’m insulted.”

“Alan,” said I, “what is the sense of this? Ye ken very well yon Campbell-manlies in his blood upon the road.”

He was silent for a little; then says he, “Did ever ye hear tell of the storyof the Man and the Good People?”—by which he meant the fairies.

“No,” said I, “nor do I want to hear it.”

“With your permission, Mr. Balfour, I will tell it you, whatever,” says Alan.“The man, ye should ken, was cast upon a rock in the sea, where it appears theGood People were in use to come and rest as they went through to Ireland. Thename of this rock is called the Skerryvore, and it’s not far from where wesuffered ship-wreck. Well, it seems the man cried so sore, if he could just seehis little bairn before he died! that at last the king of the Good People tookpeety upon him, and sent one flying that brought back the bairn in a poke^[20]and laid it down beside the manwhere he lay sleeping. So when the man woke, there was a poke beside him andsomething into the inside of it that moved. Well, it seems he was one of thesegentry that think aye the worst of things; and for greater security, he stuckhis dirk throughout that poke before he opened it, and there was his bairndead. I am thinking to myself, Mr. Balfour, that you and the man are very muchalike.”

[20]Bag.

“Do you mean you had no hand in it?” cried I, sitting up.

“I will tell you first of all, Mr. Balfour of Shaws, as one friend to another,”said Alan, “that if I were going to kill a gentleman, it would not be in my owncountry, to bring trouble on my clan; and I would not go wanting sword and gun,and with a long fishing-rod upon my back.”

“Well,” said I, “that’s true!”

“And now,” continued Alan, taking out his dirk and laying his hand upon it in acertain manner, “I swear upon the Holy Iron I had neither art nor part, act northought in it.”

“I thank God for that!” cried I, and offered him my hand.

He did not appear to see it.

“And here is a great deal of work about a Campbell!” said he. “They are not soscarce, that I ken!”

“At least,” said I, “you cannot justly blame me, for you know very well whatyou told me in the brig. But the temptation and the act are different, I thankGod again for that. We may all be tempted; but to take a life in cold blood,Alan!” And I could say no more for the moment. “And do you know who did it?” Iadded. “Do you know that man in the black coat?”

“I have nae clear mind about his coat,” said Alan cunningly, “but it sticks inmy head that it was blue.”

“Blue or black, did ye know him?” said I.

“I couldnae just conscientiously swear to him,” says Alan. “He gaed very closeby me, to be sure, but it’s a strange thing that I should just have been tyingmy brogues.”

“Can you swear that you don’t know him, Alan?” I cried, half angered, half in amind to laugh at his evasions.

“Not yet,” says he; “but I’ve a grand memory for forgetting, David.”

“And yet there was one thing I saw clearly,” said I; “and that was, that youexposed yourself and me to draw the soldiers.”

“It’s very likely,” said Alan; “and so would any gentleman. You and me wereinnocent of that transaction.”

“The better reason, since we were falsely suspected, that we should get clear,”I cried. “The innocent should surely come before the guilty.”

“Why, David,” said he, “the innocent have aye a chance to get assoiled incourt; but for the lad that shot the bullet, I think the best place for himwill be the heather. Them that havenae dipped their hands in any littledifficulty, should be very mindful of the case of them that have. And that isthe good Christianity. For if it was the other way round about, and the ladwhom I couldnae just clearly see had been in our shoes, and we in his (as mightvery well have been), I think we would be a good deal obliged to him oursel’sif he would draw the soldiers.”

When it came to this, I gave Alan up. But he looked so innocent all the time,and was in such clear good faith in what he said, and so ready to sacrificehimself for what he deemed his duty, that my mouth was closed. Mr. Henderland’swords came back to me: that we ourselves might take a lesson by these wildHighlanders. Well, here I had taken mine. Alan’s morals were all tail-first;but he was ready to give his life for them, such as they were.

“Alan,” said I, “I’ll not say it’s the good Christianity as I understand it,but it’s good enough. And here I offer ye my hand for the second time.”

Whereupon he gave me both of his, saying surely I had cast a spell upon him,for he could forgive me anything. Then he grew very grave, and said we had notmuch time to throw away, but must both flee that country: he, because he was adeserter, and the whole of Appin would now be searched like a chamber, andevery one obliged to give a good account of himself; and I, because I wascertainly involved in the murder.

“O!” says I, willing to give him a little lesson, “I have no fear of thejustice of my country.”

“As if this was your country!” said he. “Or as if ye would be tried here, in acountry of Stewarts!”

“It’s all Scotland,” said I.

“Man, I whiles wonder at ye,” said Alan. “This is a Campbell that’s beenkilled. Well, it’ll be tried in Inverara, the Campbells’ head place; withfifteen Campbells in the jury-box and the biggest Campbell of all (and that’sthe Duke) sitting cocking on the bench. Justice, David? The same justice, byall the world, as Glenure found awhile ago at the roadside.”

This frightened me a little, I confess, and would have frightened me more if Ihad known how nearly exact were Alan’s predictions; indeed it was but in onepoint that he exaggerated, there being but eleven Campbells on the jury; thoughas the other four were equally in the Duke’s dependence, it mattered less thanmight appear. Still, I cried out that he was unjust to the Duke of Argyle, who(for all he was a Whig) was yet a wise and honest nobleman.

“Hoot!” said Alan, “the man’s a Whig, nae doubt; but I would never deny he wasa good chieftain to his clan. And what would the clan think if there was aCampbell shot, and naebody hanged, and their own chief the Justice General? ButI have often observed,” says Alan, “that you Low-country bodies have no clearidea of what’s right and wrong.”

At this I did at last laugh out aloud, when to my surprise, Alan joined in, andlaughed as merrily as myself.

“Na, na,” said he, “we’re in the Hielands, David; and when I tell ye to run,take my word and run. Nae doubt it’s a hard thing to skulk and starve in theHeather, but it’s harder yet to lie shackled in a red-coat prison.”

I asked him whither we should flee; and as he told me “to the Lowlands,” I wasa little better inclined to go with him; for, indeed, I was growing impatientto get back and have the upper-hand of my uncle. Besides, Alan made so surethere would be no question of justice in the matter, that I began to be afraidhe might be right. Of all deaths, I would truly like least to die by thegallows; and the picture of that uncanny instrument came into my head withextraordinary clearness (as I had once seen it engraved at the top of apedlar’s ballad) and took away my appetite for courts of justice.

“I’ll chance it, Alan,” said I. “I’ll go with you.”

“But mind you,” said Alan, “it’s no small thing. Ye maun lie bare and hard, andbrook many an empty belly. Your bed shall be the moorcock’s, and your lifeshall be like the hunted deer’s, and ye shall sleep with your hand upon yourweapons. Ay, man, ye shall taigle many a weary foot, or we get clear! I tell yethis at the start, for it’s a life that I ken well. But if ye ask what otherchance ye have, I answer: Nane. Either take to the heather with me, or elsehang.”

“And that’s a choice very easily made,” said I; and we shook hands upon it.

“And now let’s take another peek at the red-coats,” says Alan, and he led me tothe north-eastern fringe of the wood.

Looking out between the trees, we could see a great side of mountain, runningdown exceeding steep into the waters of the loch. It was a rough part, allhanging stone, and heather, and big scrogs of birchwood; and away at the farend towards Balachulish, little wee red soldiers were dipping up and down overhill and howe, and growing smaller every minute. There was no cheering now, forI think they had other uses for what breath was left them; but they still stuckto the trail, and doubtless thought that we were close in front of them.

Alan watched them, smiling to himself.

“Ay,” said he, “they’ll be gey weary before they’ve got to the end of thatemploy! And so you and me, David, can sit down and eat a bite, and breathe abit longer, and take a dram from my bottle. Then we’ll strike for Aucharn, thehouse of my kinsman, James of the Glens, where I must get my clothes, and myarms, and money to carry us along; and then, David, we’ll cry, ‘Forth,Fortune!’ and take a cast among the heather.”

So we sat again and ate and drank, in a place whence we could see the sun goingdown into a field of great, wild, and houseless mountains, such as I was nowcondemned to wander in with my companion. Partly as we so sat, and partlyafterwards, on the way to Aucharn, each of us narrated his adventures; and Ishall here set down so much of Alan’s as seems either curious or needful.

It appears he ran to the bulwarks as soon as the wave was passed; saw me, andlost me, and saw me again, as I tumbled in the roost; and at last had oneglimpse of me clinging on the yard. It was this that put him in some hope Iwould maybe get to land after all, and made him leave those clues and messageswhich had brought me (for my sins) to that unlucky country of Appin.

In the meanwhile, those still on the brig had got the skiff launched, and oneor two were on board of her already, when there came a second wave greater thanthe first, and heaved the brig out of her place, and would certainly have senther to the bottom, had she not struck and caught on some projection of thereef. When she had struck first, it had been bows-on, so that the stern hadhitherto been lowest. But now her stern was thrown in the air, and the bowsplunged under the sea; and with that, the water began to pour into thefore-scuttle like the pouring of a mill-dam.

It took the colour out of Alan’s face, even to tell what followed. For therewere still two men lying impotent in their bunks; and these, seeing the waterpour in and thinking the ship had foundered, began to cry out aloud, and thatwith such harrowing cries that all who were on deck tumbled one after anotherinto the skiff and fell to their oars. They were not two hundred yards away,when there came a third great sea; and at that the brig lifted clean over thereef; her canvas filled for a moment, and she seemed to sail in chase of them,but settling all the while; and presently she drew down and down, as if a handwas drawing her; and the sea closed over the Covenantof Dysart.

Never a word they spoke as they pulled ashore, being stunned with the horror ofthat screaming; but they had scarce set foot upon the beach when Hoseason wokeup, as if out of a muse, and bade them lay hands upon Alan. They hung backindeed, having little taste for the employment; but Hoseason was like a fiend,crying that Alan was alone, that he had a great sum about him, that he had beenthe means of losing the brig and drowning all their comrades, and that here wasboth revenge and wealth upon a single cast. It was seven against one; in thatpart of the shore there was no rock that Alan could set his back to; and thesailors began to spread out and come behind him.

“And then,” said Alan, “the little man with the red head—I havenae mind of thename that he is called.”

“Riach,” said I.

“Ay” said Alan, “Riach! Well, it was him that took up the clubs for me, askedthe men if they werenae feared of a judgment, and, says he ‘Dod, I’ll put myback to the Hielandman’s mysel’.’ That’s none such an entirely bad little man,yon little man with the red head,” said Alan. “He has some spunks of decency.”

“Well,” said I, “he was kind to me in his way.”

“And so he was to Alan,” said he; “and by my troth, I found his way a very goodone! But ye see, David, the loss of the ship and the cries of these poor ladssat very ill upon the man; and I’m thinking that would be the cause of it.”

“Well, I would think so,” says I; “for he was as keen as any of the rest at thebeginning. But how did Hoseason take it?”

“It sticks in my mind that he would take it very ill,” says Alan. “But thelittle man cried to me to run, and indeed I thought it was a good observe, andran. The last that I saw they were all in a knot upon the beach, like folk thatwere not agreeing very well together.”

“What do you mean by that?” said I.

“Well, the fists were going,” said Alan; “and I saw one man go down like a pairof breeks. But I thought it would be better no to wait. Ye see there’s a stripof Campbells in that end of Mull, which is no good company for a gentleman likeme. If it hadnae been for that I would have waited and looked for ye mysel’,let alone giving a hand to the little man.” (It was droll how Alan dwelt on Mr.Riach’s stature, for, to say the truth, the one was not much smaller than theother.) “So,” says he, continuing, “I set my best foot forward, and whenever Imet in with any one I cried out there was a wreck ashore. Man, they didnae stopto fash with me! Ye should have seen them linking for the beach! And when theygot there they found they had had the pleasure of a run, which is aye good fora Campbell. I’m thinking it was a judgment on the clan that the brig went downin the lump and didnae break. But it was a very unlucky thing for you, thatsame; for if any wreck had come ashore they would have hunted high and low, andwould soon have found ye.”

CHAPTER XIX
THE HOUSE OF FEAR

ight fell as we were walking, and the clouds, which had broken up in theafternoon, settled in and thickened, so that it fell, for the season of theyear, extremely dark. The way we went was over rough mountainsides; and thoughAlan pushed on with an assured manner, I could by no means see how he directedhimself.

At last, about half-past ten of the clock, we came to the top of a brae, andsaw lights below us. It seemed a house door stood open and let out a beam offire and candle-light; and all round the house and steading five or six personswere moving hurriedly about, each carrying a lighted brand.

“James must have tint his wits,” said Alan. “If this was the soldiers insteadof you and me, he would be in a bonny mess. But I dare say he’ll have a sentryon the road, and he would ken well enough no soldiers would find the way thatwe came.”

Hereupon he whistled three times, in a particular manner. It was strange to seehow, at the first sound of it, all the moving torches came to a stand, as ifthe bearers were affrighted; and how, at the third, the bustle began again asbefore.

Having thus set folks’ minds at rest, we came down the brae, and were met atthe yard gate (for this place was like a well-doing farm) by a tall, handsomeman of more than fifty, who cried out to Alan in the Gaelic.

“James Stewart,” said Alan, “I will ask ye to speak in Scotch, for here is ayoung gentleman with me that has nane of the other. This is him,” he added,putting his arm through mine, “a young gentleman of the Lowlands, and a lairdin his country too, but I am thinking it will be the better for his health ifwe give his name the go-by.”

James of the Glens turned to me for a moment, and greeted me courteouslyenough; the next he had turned to Alan.

“This has been a dreadful accident,” he cried. “It will bring trouble on thecountry.” And he wrung his hands.

“Hoots!” said Alan, “ye must take the sour with the sweet, man. Colin Roy isdead, and be thankful for that!”

“Ay” said James, “and by my troth, I wish he was alive again! It’s all veryfine to blow and boast beforehand; but now it’s done, Alan; and who’s to bearthe wyte^[21]of it? The accidentfell out in Appin—mind ye that, Alan; it’s Appin that must pay; and I am a manthat has a family.”

[21]Blame.

While this was going on I looked about me at the servants. Some were onladders, digging in the thatch of the house or the farm buildings, from whichthey brought out guns, swords, and different weapons of war; others carriedthem away; and by the sound of mattock blows from somewhere farther down thebrae, I suppose they buried them. Though they were all so busy, there prevailedno kind of order in their efforts; men struggled together for the same gun andran into each other with their burning torches; and James was continuallyturning about from his talk with Alan, to cry out orders which were apparentlynever understood. The faces in the torchlight were like those of peopleoverborne with hurry and panic; and though none spoke above his breath, theirspeech sounded both anxious and angry.

It was about this time that a lassie came out of the house carrying a pack orbundle; and it has often made me smile to think how Alan’s instinct awoke atthe mere sight of it.

“What’s that the lassie has?” he asked.

“We’re just setting the house in order, Alan,” said James, in his frightenedand somewhat fawning way. “They’ll search Appin with candles, and we must haveall things straight. We’re digging the bit guns and swords into the moss, yesee; and these, I am thinking, will be your ain French clothes. We’ll be tobury them, I believe.”

“Bury my French clothes!” cried Alan. “Troth, no!” And he laid hold upon thepacket and retired into the barn to shift himself, recommending me in themeanwhile to his kinsman.

James carried me accordingly into the kitchen, and sat down with me at table,smiling and talking at first in a very hospitable manner. But presently thegloom returned upon him; he sat frowning and biting his fingers; onlyremembered me from time to time; and then gave me but a word or two and a poorsmile, and back into his private terrors. His wife sat by the fire and wept,with her face in her hands; his eldest son was crouched upon the floor, runningover a great mass of papers and now and again setting one alight and burning itto the bitter end; all the while a servant lass with a red face was rummagingabout the room, in a blind hurry of fear, and whimpering as she went; and everynow and again one of the men would thrust in his face from the yard, and cryfor orders.

At last James could keep his seat no longer, and begged my permission to be sounmannerly as walk about. “I am but poor company altogether, sir,” says he,“but I can think of nothing but this dreadful accident, and the trouble it islike to bring upon quite innocent persons.”

A little after he observed his son burning a paper which he thought should havebeen kept; and at that his excitement burst out so that it was painful towitness. He struck the lad repeatedly.

“Are you gone gyte?”^[22]hecried. “Do you wish to hang your father?” and forgetful of my presence, carriedon at him a long time together in the Gaelic, the young man answering nothing;only the wife, at the name of hanging, throwing her apron over her face andsobbing out louder than before.

[22]Mad.

This was all wretched for a stranger like myself to hear and see; and I wasright glad when Alan returned, looking like himself in his fine French clothes,though (to be sure) they were now grown almost too battered and withered todeserve the name of fine. I was then taken out in my turn by another of thesons, and given that change of clothing of which I had stood so long in need,and a pair of Highland brogues made of deer-leather, rather strange at first,but after a little practice very easy to the feet.

By the time I came back Alan must have told his story; for it seemed understoodthat I was to fly with him, and they were all busy upon our equipment. Theygave us each a sword and pistols, though I professed my inability to use theformer; and with these, and some ammunition, a bag of oatmeal, an iron pan, anda bottle of right French brandy, we were ready for the heather. Money, indeed,was lacking. I had about two guineas left; Alan’s belt having been despatchedby another hand, that trusty messenger had no more than seventeen-pence to hiswhole fortune; and as for James, it appears he had brought himself so low withjourneys to Edinburgh and legal expenses on behalf of the tenants, that hecould only scrape together three-and-five-pence-halfpenny, the most of it incoppers.

“This’ll no do,” said Alan.

“Ye must find a safe bit somewhere near by,” said James, “and get word sent tome. Ye see, ye’ll have to get this business prettily off, Alan. This is no timeto be stayed for a guinea or two. They’re sure to get wind of ye, sure to seekye, and by my way of it, sure to lay on ye the wyte of this day’s accident. Ifit falls on you, it falls on me that am your near kinsman and harboured yewhile ye were in the country. And if it comes on me——” he paused, and bit hisfingers, with a white face. “It would be a painful thing for our friends if Iwas to hang,” said he.

“It would be an ill day for Appin,” says Alan.

“It’s a day that sticks in my throat,” said James. “O man, man, man—man Alan!you and me have spoken like two fools!” he cried, striking his hand upon thewall so that the house rang again.

“Well, and that’s true, too,” said Alan; “and my friend from the Lowlands here”(nodding at me) “gave me a good word upon that head, if I would only havelistened to him.”

“But see here,” said James, returning to his former manner, “if they lay me bythe heels, Alan, it’s then that you’ll be needing the money. For with all thatI have said and that you have said, it will look very black against the two ofus; do ye mark that? Well, follow me out, and ye’ll, I’ll see that I’ll have toget a paper out against ye mysel’; have to offer a reward for ye; ay, will I!It’s a sore thing to do between such near friends; but if I get the dirdum^[23]of this dreadful accident, I’llhave to fend for myself, man. Do ye see that?”

[23]Blame.

He spoke with a pleading earnestness, taking Alan by the breast of the coat.

“Ay” said Alan, “I see that.”

“And ye’ll have to be clear of the country, Alan—ay, and clear of Scotland—youand your friend from the Lowlands, too. For I’ll have to paper your friend fromthe Lowlands. Ye see that, Alan—say that ye see that!”

I thought Alan flushed a bit. “This is unco hard on me that brought him here,James,” said he, throwing his head back. “It’s like making me a traitor!”

“Now, Alan, man!” cried James. “Look things in the face! He’ll be paperedanyway; Mungo Campbell’ll be sure to paper him; what matters if I paper himtoo? And then, Alan, I am a man that has a family.” And then, after a littlepause on both sides, “And, Alan, it’ll be a jury of Campbells,” said he.

“There’s one thing,” said Alan, musingly, “that naebody kens his name.”

“Nor yet they shallnae, Alan! There’s my hand on that,” cried James, for allthe world as if he had really known my name and was foregoing some advantage.“But just the habit he was in, and what he looked like, and his age, and thelike? I couldnae well do less.”

“I wonder at your father’s son,” cried Alan, sternly. “Would ye sell the ladwith a gift? Would ye change his clothes and then betray him?”

“No, no, Alan,” said James. “No, no: the habit he took off—the habit Mungo sawhim in.” But I thought he seemed crestfallen; indeed, he was clutching at everystraw, and all the time, I dare say, saw the faces of his hereditary foes onthe bench, and in the jury-box, and the gallows in the background.

“Well, sir,” says Alan, turning to me, “what say ye to that? Ye are here underthe safeguard of my honour; and it’s my part to see nothing done but what shallplease you.”

“I have but one word to say,” said I; “for to all this dispute I am a perfectstranger. But the plain common-sense is to set the blame where it belongs, andthat is on the man who fired the shot. Paper him, as ye call it, set the hunton him; and let honest, innocent folk show their faces in safety.” But at thisboth Alan and James cried out in horror; bidding me hold my tongue, for thatwas not to be thought of; and asking me what the Camerons would think? (whichconfirmed me, it must have been a Cameron from Mamore that did the act) and ifI did not see that the lad might be caught? “Ye havenae surely thought ofthat?” said they, with such innocent earnestness, that my hands dropped at myside and I despaired of argument.

“Very well, then,” said I, “paper me, if you please, paper Alan, paper KingGeorge! We’re all three innocent, and that seems to be what’s wanted. But atleast, sir,” said I to James, recovering from my little fit of annoyance, “I amAlan’s friend, and if I can be helpful to friends of his, I will not stumble atthe risk.”

I thought it best to put a fair face on my consent, for I saw Alan troubled;and, besides (thinks I to myself), as soon as my back is turned, they willpaper me, as they call it, whether I consent or not. But in this I saw I waswrong; for I had no sooner said the words, than Mrs. Stewart leaped out of herchair, came running over to us, and wept first upon my neck and then on Alan’s,blessing God for our goodness to her family.

“As for you, Alan, it was no more than your bounden duty,” she said. “But forthis lad that has come here and seen us at our worst, and seen the goodmanfleeching like a suitor, him that by rights should give his commands like anyking—as for you, my lad,” she says, “my heart is wae not to have your name, butI have your face; and as long as my heart beats under my bosom, I will keep it,and think of it, and bless it.” And with that she kissed me, and burst oncemore into such sobbing, that I stood abashed.

“Hoot, hoot,” said Alan, looking mighty silly. “The day comes unco soon in thismonth of July; and to-morrow there’ll be a fine to-do in Appin, a fine ridingof dragoons, and crying of ‘Cruachan!’^[24]and running of red-coats; and it behoves youand me to the sooner be gone.”

[24]The rallying-word of the Campbells.

Thereupon we said farewell, and set out again, bending somewhat eastwards, in afine mild dark night, and over much the same broken country as before.

CHAPTER XX
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE ROCKS

ometimes we walked, sometimes ran; and as it drew on to morning, walked everthe less and ran the more. Though, upon its face, that country appeared to be adesert, yet there were huts and houses of the people, of which we must havepassed more than twenty, hidden in quiet places of the hills. When we came toone of these, Alan would leave me in the way, and go himself and rap upon theside of the house and speak awhile at the window with some sleeper awakened.This was to pass the news; which, in that country, was so much of a duty thatAlan must pause to attend to it even while fleeing for his life; and so wellattended to by others, that in more than half of the houses where we calledthey had heard already of the murder. In the others, as well as I could makeout (standing back at a distance and hearing a strange tongue), the news wasreceived with more of consternation than surprise.

For all our hurry, day began to come in while we were still far from anyshelter. It found us in a prodigious valley, strewn with rocks and where ran afoaming river. Wild mountains stood around it; there grew there neither grassnor trees; and I have sometimes thought since then, that it may have been thevalley called Glencoe, where the massacre was in the time of King William. Butfor the details of our itinerary, I am all to seek; our way lying now by shortcuts, now by great detours; our pace being so hurried, our time of journeyingusually by night; and the names of such places as I asked and heard being inthe Gaelic tongue and the more easily forgotten.

The first peep of morning, then, showed us this horrible place, and I could seeAlan knit his brow.

“This is no fit place for you and me,” he said. “This is a place they’re boundto watch.”

And with that he ran harder than ever down to the water-side, in a part wherethe river was split in two among three rocks. It went through with a horridthundering that made my belly quake; and there hung over the lynn a little mistof spray. Alan looked neither to the right nor to the left, but jumped cleanupon the middle rock and fell there on his hands and knees to check himself,for that rock was small and he might have pitched over on the far side. I hadscarce time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I hadfollowed him, and he had caught and stopped me.

So there we stood, side by side upon a small rock slippery with spray, a farbroader leap in front of us, and the river dinning upon all sides. When I sawwhere I was, there came on me a deadly sickness of fear, and I put my hand overmy eyes. Alan took me and shook me; I saw he was speaking, but the roaring ofthe falls and the trouble of my mind prevented me from hearing; only I saw hisface was red with anger, and that he stamped upon the rock. The same lookshowed me the water raging by, and the mist hanging in the air: and with that Icovered my eyes again and shuddered.

The next minute Alan had set the brandy bottle to my lips, and forced me todrink about a gill, which sent the blood into my head again. Then, putting hishands to his mouth, and his mouth to my ear, he shouted, “Hang or drown!” andturning his back upon me, leaped over the farther branch of the stream, andlanded safe.

I was now alone upon the rock, which gave me the more room; the brandy wassinging in my ears; I had this good example fresh before me, and just witenough to see that if I did not leap at once, I should never leap at all. Ibent low on my knees and flung myself forth, with that kind of anger of despairthat has sometimes stood me in stead of courage. Sure enough, it was but myhands that reached the full length; these slipped, caught again, slipped again;and I was sliddering back into the lynn, when Alan seized me, first by thehair, then by the collar, and with a great strain dragged me into safety.

Never a word he said, but set off running again for his life, and I muststagger to my feet and run after him. I had been weary before, but now I wassick and bruised, and partly drunken with the brandy; I kept stumbling as Iran, I had a stitch that came near to overmaster me; and when at last Alanpaused under a great rock that stood there among a number of others, it wasnone too soon for David Balfour.

A great rock I have said; but by rights it was two rocks leaning together atthe top, both some twenty feet high, and at the first sight inaccessible. EvenAlan (though you may say he had as good as four hands) failed twice in anattempt to climb them; and it was only at the third trial, and then by standingon my shoulders and leaping up with such force as I thought must have broken mycollar-bone, that he secured a lodgment. Once there, he let down his leatherngirdle; and with the aid of that and a pair of shallow footholds in the rock, Iscrambled up beside him.

Then I saw why we had come there; for the two rocks, being both somewhat hollowon the top and sloping one to the other, made a kind of dish or saucer, whereas many as three or four men might have lain hidden.

All this while Alan had not said a word, and had run and climbed with such asavage, silent frenzy of hurry, that I knew that he was in mortal fear of somemiscarriage. Even now we were on the rock he said nothing, nor so much asrelaxed the frowning look upon his face; but clapped flat down, and keepingonly one eye above the edge of our place of shelter scouted all round thecompass. The dawn had come quite clear; we could see the stony sides of thevalley, and its bottom, which was bestrewed with rocks, and the river, whichwent from one side to another, and made white falls; but nowhere the smoke of ahouse, nor any living creature but some eagles screaming round a cliff.

Then at last Alan smiled.

“Ay” said he, “now we have a chance;” and then looking at me with someamusement, “Ye’re no very gleg^[25]at the jumping,” said he.

[25]Brisk.

At this I suppose I coloured with mortification, for he added at once, “Hoots!small blame to ye! To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is what makes theprettiest kind of a man. And then there was water there, and water’s a thingthat dauntons even me. No, no,” said Alan, “it’s no you that’s to blame, it’sme.”

I asked him why.

“Why,” said he, “I have proved myself a gomeral this night. For first of all Itake a wrong road, and that in my own country of Appin; so that the day hascaught us where we should never have been; and thanks to that, we lie here insome danger and mair discomfort. And next (which is the worst of the two, for aman that has been so much among the heather as myself) I have come wanting awater-bottle, and here we lie for a long summer’s day with naething but neatspirit. Ye may think that a small matter; but before it comes night, David,ye’ll give me news of it.”

I was anxious to redeem my character, and offered, if he would pour out thebrandy, to run down and fill the bottle at the river.

“I wouldnae waste the good spirit either,” says he. “It’s been a good friend toyou this night; or in my poor opinion, ye would still be cocking on yon stone.And what’s mair,” says he, “ye may have observed (you that’s a man of so muchpenetration) that Alan Breck Stewart was perhaps walking quicker than hisordinar’.”

“You!” I cried, “you were running fit to burst.”

“Was I so?” said he. “Well, then, ye may depend upon it, there was nae time tobe lost. And now here is enough said; gang you to your sleep, lad, and I’llwatch.”

Accordingly, I lay down to sleep; a little peaty earth had drifted in betweenthe top of the two rocks, and some bracken grew there, to be a bed to me; thelast thing I heard was still the crying of the eagles.

I dare say it would be nine in the morning when I was roughly awakened, andfound Alan’s hand pressed upon my mouth.

“Wheesht!” he whispered. “Ye were snoring.”

“Well,” said I, surprised at his anxious and dark face, “and why not?”

He peered over the edge of the rock, and signed to me to do the like.

It was now high day, cloudless, and very hot. The valley was as clear as in apicture. About half a mile up the water was a camp of red-coats; a big fireblazed in their midst, at which some were cooking; and near by, on the top of arock about as high as ours, there stood a sentry, with the sun sparkling on hisarms. All the way down along the river-side were posted other sentries; herenear together, there widelier scattered; some planted like the first, on placesof command, some on the ground level and marching and counter-marching, so asto meet half-way. Higher up the glen, where the ground was more open, the chainof posts was continued by horse-soldiers, whom we could see in the distanceriding to and fro. Lower down, the infantry continued; but as the stream wassuddenly swelled by the confluence of a considerable burn, they were morewidely set, and only watched the fords and stepping-stones.

I took but one look at them, and ducked again into my place. It was strangeindeed to see this valley, which had lain so solitary in the hour of dawn,bristling with arms and dotted with the red coats and breeches.

“Ye see,” said Alan, “this was what I was afraid of, Davie: that they wouldwatch the burn-side. They began to come in about two hours ago, and, man! butye’re a grand hand at the sleeping! We’re in a narrow place. If they get up thesides of the hill, they could easy spy us with a glass; but if they’ll onlykeep in the foot of the valley, we’ll do yet. The posts are thinner down thewater; and, come night, we’ll try our hand at getting by them.”

“And what are we to do till night?” I asked.

“Lie here,” says he, “and birstle.”

That one good Scotch word, “birstle,” was indeed the most of the story of theday that we had now to pass. You are to remember that we lay on the bare top ofa rock, like scones upon a girdle; the sun beat upon us cruelly; the rock grewso heated, a man could scarce endure the touch of it; and the little patch ofearth and fern, which kept cooler, was only large enough for one at a time. Wetook turn about to lie on the naked rock, which was indeed like the position ofthat saint that was martyred on a gridiron; and it ran in my mind how strangeit was, that in the same climate and at only a few days’ distance, I shouldhave suffered so cruelly, first from cold upon my island and now from heat uponthis rock.

All the while we had no water, only raw brandy for a drink, which was worsethan nothing; but we kept the bottle as cool as we could, burying it in theearth, and got some relief by bathing our breasts and temples.

The soldiers kept stirring all day in the bottom of the valley, now changingguard, now in patrolling parties hunting among the rocks. These lay round in sogreat a number, that to look for men among them was like looking for a needlein a bottle of hay; and being so hopeless a task, it was gone about with theless care. Yet we could see the soldiers pike their bayonets among the heather,which sent a cold thrill into my vitals; and they would sometimes hang aboutour rock, so that we scarce dared to breathe.

It was in this way that I first heard the right English speech; one fellow ashe went by actually clapping his hand upon the sunny face of the rock on whichwe lay, and plucking it off again with an oath. “I tell you it’s ‘ot,” says he;and I was amazed at the clipping tones and the odd sing-song in which he spoke,and no less at that strange trick of dropping out the letter “h.” To be sure, Ihad heard Ransome; but he had taken his ways from all sorts of people, andspoke so imperfectly at the best, that I set down the most of it tochildishness. My surprise was all the greater to hear that manner of speakingin the mouth of a grown man; and indeed I have never grown used to it; nor yetaltogether with the English grammar, as perhaps a very critical eye might hereand there spy out even in these memoirs.

The tediousness and pain of these hours upon the rock grew only the greater asthe day went on; the rock getting still the hotter and the sun fiercer. Therewere giddiness, and sickness, and sharp pangs like rheumatism, to be supported.I minded then, and have often minded since, on the lines in our Scotch psalm:—

“The moon by night thee shall not smite,
Nor yet the sun by day;”

and indeed it was only by God’s blessing that we were neither of ussun-smitten.

At last, about two, it was beyond men’s bearing, and there was now temptationto resist, as well as pain to thole. For the sun being now got a little intothe west, there came a patch of shade on the east side of our rock, which wasthe side sheltered from the soldiers.

“As well one death as another,” said Alan, and slipped over the edge anddropped on the ground on the shadowy side.

I followed him at once, and instantly fell all my length, so weak was I and sogiddy with that long exposure. Here, then, we lay for an hour or two, achingfrom head to foot, as weak as water, and lying quite naked to the eye of anysoldier who should have strolled that way. None came, however, all passing byon the other side; so that our rock continued to be our shield even in this newposition.

Presently we began again to get a little strength; and as the soldiers were nowlying closer along the river-side, Alan proposed that we should try a start. Iwas by this time afraid of but one thing in the world; and that was to be setback upon the rock; anything else was welcome to me; so we got ourselves atonce in marching order, and began to slip from rock to rock one after theother, now crawling flat on our bellies in the shade, now making a run for it,heart in mouth.

The soldiers, having searched this side of the valley after a fashion, andbeing perhaps somewhat sleepy with the sultriness of the afternoon, had nowlaid by much of their vigilance, and stood dozing at their posts or only kept alook-out along the banks of the river; so that in this way, keeping down thevalley and at the same time towards the mountains, we drew steadily away fromtheir neighbourhood. But the business was the most wearing I had ever takenpart in. A man had need of a hundred eyes in every part of him, to keepconcealed in that uneven country and within cry of so many and scatteredsentries. When we must pass an open place, quickness was not all, but a swiftjudgment not only of the lie of the whole country, but of the solidity of everystone on which we must set foot; for the afternoon was now fallen so breathlessthat the rolling of a pebble sounded abroad like a pistol shot, and would startthe echo calling among the hills and cliffs.

By sundown we had made some distance, even by our slow rate of progress, thoughto be sure the sentry on the rock was still plainly in our view. But now wecame on something that put all fears out of season; and that was a deep rushingburn, that tore down, in that part, to join the glen river. At the sight ofthis we cast ourselves on the ground and plunged head and shoulders in thewater; and I cannot tell which was the more pleasant, the great shock as thecool stream went over us, or the greed with which we drank of it.

We lay there (for the banks hid us), drank again and again, bathed our chests,let our wrists trail in the running water till they ached with the chill; andat last, being wonderfully renewed, we got out the meal-bag and made drammachin the iron pan. This, though it is but cold water mingled with oatmeal, yetmakes a good enough dish for a hungry man; and where there are no means ofmaking fire, or (as in our case) good reason for not making one, it is thechief stand-by of those who have taken to the heather.

As soon as the shadow of the night had fallen, we set forth again, at firstwith the same caution, but presently with more boldness, standing our fullheight and stepping out at a good pace of walking. The way was very intricate,lying up the steep sides of mountains and along the brows of cliffs; clouds hadcome in with the sunset, and the night was dark and cool; so that I walkedwithout much fatigue, but in continual fear of falling and rolling down themountains, and with no guess at our direction.

The moon rose at last and found us still on the road; it was in its lastquarter, and was long beset with clouds; but after awhile shone out and showedme many dark heads of mountains, and was reflected far underneath us on thenarrow arm of a sea-loch.

At this sight we both paused: I struck with wonder to find myself so high andwalking (as it seemed to me) upon clouds; Alan to make sure of his direction.

Seemingly he was well pleased, and he must certainly have judged us out ofear-shot of all our enemies; for throughout the rest of our night-march hebeguiled the way with whistling of many tunes, warlike, merry, plaintive; reeltunes that made the foot go faster; tunes of my own south country that made mefain to be home from my adventures; and all these, on the great, dark, desertmountains, making company upon the way.

CHAPTER XXI
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE HEUGH OF CORRYNAKIEGH

arly as day comes in the beginning of July, it was still dark when we reachedour destination, a cleft in the head of a great mountain, with a water runningthrough the midst, and upon the one hand a shallow cave in a rock. Birches grewthere in a thin, pretty wood, which a little farther on was changed into a woodof pines. The burn was full of trout; the wood of cushat-doves; on the openside of the mountain beyond, whaups would be always whistling, and cuckoos wereplentiful. From the mouth of the cleft we looked down upon a part of Mamore,and on the sea-loch that divides that country from Appin; and this from sogreat a height as made it my continual wonder and pleasure to sit and beholdthem.

The name of the cleft was the Heugh of Corrynakiegh; and although from itsheight and being so near upon the sea, it was often beset with clouds, yet itwas on the whole a pleasant place, and the five days we lived in it wenthappily.

We slept in the cave, making our bed of heather bushes which we cut for thatpurpose, and covering ourselves with Alan’s great-coat. There was a lowconcealed place, in a turning of the glen, where we were so bold as to makefire: so that we could warm ourselves when the clouds set in, and cook hotporridge, and grill the little trouts that we caught with our hands under thestones and overhanging banks of the burn. This was indeed our chief pleasureand business; and not only to save our meal against worse times, but with arivalry that much amused us, we spent a great part of our days at thewater-side, stripped to the waist and groping about or (as they say) guddlingfor these fish. The largest we got might have been a quarter of a pound; butthey were of good flesh and flavour, and when broiled upon the coals, lackedonly a little salt to be delicious.

In any by-time Alan must teach me to use my sword, for my ignorance had muchdistressed him; and I think besides, as I had sometimes the upper-hand of himin the fishing, he was not sorry to turn to an exercise where he had so muchthe upper-hand of me. He made it somewhat more of a pain than need have been,for he stormed at me all through the lessons in a very violent manner ofscolding, and would push me so close that I made sure he must run me throughthe body. I was often tempted to turn tail, but held my ground for all that,and got some profit of my lessons; if it was but to stand on guard with anassured countenance, which is often all that is required. So, though I couldnever in the least please my master, I was not altogether displeased withmyself.

In the meanwhile, you are not to suppose that we neglected our chief business,which was to get away.

“It will be many a long day,” Alan said to me on our first morning, “before thered-coats think upon seeking Corrynakiegh; so now we must get word sent toJames, and he must find the siller for us.”

“And how shall we send that word?” says I. “We are here in a desert place,which yet we dare not leave; and unless ye get the fowls of the air to be yourmessengers, I see not what we shall be able to do.”

“Ay?” said Alan. “Ye’re a man of small contrivance, David.”

Thereupon he fell in a muse, looking in the embers of the fire; and presently,getting a piece of wood, he fashioned it in a cross, the four ends of which heblackened on the coals. Then he looked at me a little shyly.

“Could ye lend me my button?” says he. “It seems a strange thing to ask a giftagain, but I own I am laith to cut another.”

I gave him the button; whereupon he strung it on a strip of his great-coatwhich he had used to bind the cross; and tying in a little sprig of birch andanother of fir, he looked upon his work with satisfaction.

“Now,” said he, “there is a little clachan” (what is called a hamlet in theEnglish) “not very far from Corrynakiegh, and it has the name of Koalisnacoan.There there are living many friends of mine whom I could trust with my life,and some that I am no just so sure of. Ye see, David, there will be money setupon our heads; James himsel’ is to set money on them; and as for theCampbells, they would never spare siller where there was a Stewart to be hurt.If it was otherwise, I would go down to Koalisnacoan whatever, and trust mylife into these people’s hands as lightly as I would trust another with myglove.”

“But being so?” said I.

“Being so,” said he, “I would as lief they didnae see me. There’s bad folkeverywhere, and what’s far worse, weak ones. So when it comes dark again, Iwill steal down into that clachan, and set this that I have been making in thewindow of a good friend of mine, John Breck Maccoll, a bouman^[26]of Appin’s.”

[26]A bouman is a tenant who takes stock from the landlord and shares with him theincrease.

“With all my heart,” says I; “and if he finds it, what is he to think?”

“Well,” says Alan, “I wish he was a man of more penetration, for by my troth Iam afraid he will make little enough of it! But this is what I have in my mind.This cross is something in the nature of the crosstarrie, or fiery cross, whichis the signal of gathering in our clans; yet he will know well enough the clanis not to rise, for there it is standing in his window, and no word with it. Sohe will say to himsel’, The clan is not to rise, but there is something.Then he will see my button, and that was Duncan Stewart’s. And then he will sayto himsel’, The son of Duncan is in the heather and has need of me.”

“Well,” said I, “it may be. But even supposing so, there is a good deal ofheather between here and the Forth.”

“And that is a very true word,” says Alan. “But then John Breck will see thesprig of birch and the sprig of pine; and he will say to himsel’ (if he is aman of any penetration at all, which I misdoubt), Alan will be lying in awood which is both of pines and birches. Then he will think to himsel’,That is not so very rife hereabout;and then he will come and give us alook up in Corrynakiegh. And if he does not, David, the devil may fly away withhim, for what I care; for he will no be worth the salt to his porridge.”

“Eh, man,” said I, drolling with him a little, “you’re very ingenious! Butwould it not be simpler for you to write him a few words in black and white?”

“And that is an excellent observe, Mr. Balfour of Shaws,” says Alan, drollingwith me; “and it would certainly be much simpler for me to write to him, but itwould be a sore job for John Breck to read it. He would have to go to theschool for two-three years; and it’s possible we might be wearied waiting onhim.”

So that night Alan carried down his fiery cross and set it in the bouman’swindow. He was troubled when he came back; for the dogs had barked and the folkrun out from their houses; and he thought he had heard a clatter of arms andseen a red-coat come to one of the doors. On all accounts we lay the next dayin the borders of the wood and kept a close look-out, so that if it was JohnBreck that came we might be ready to guide him, and if it was the red-coats weshould have time to get away.

About noon a man was to be spied, straggling up the open side of the mountainin the sun, and looking round him as he came, from under his hand. No soonerhad Alan seen him than he whistled; the man turned and came a little towardsus: then Alan would give another “peep!” and the man would come still nearer;and so by the sound of whistling, he was guided to the spot where we lay.

He was a ragged, wild, bearded man, about forty, grossly disfigured with thesmall pox, and looked both dull and savage. Although his English was very badand broken, yet Alan (according to his very handsome use, whenever I was by)would suffer him to speak no Gaelic. Perhaps the strange language made himappear more backward than he really was; but I thought he had little good-willto serve us, and what he had was the child of terror.

Alan would have had him carry a message to James; but the bouman would hear ofno message. “She was forget it,” he said in his screaming voice; and wouldeither have a letter or wash his hands of us.

I thought Alan would be gravelled at that, for we lacked the means of writingin that desert.

But he was a man of more resources than I knew; searched the wood until hefound the quill of a cushat-dove, which he shaped into a pen; made himself akind of ink with gunpowder from his horn and water from the running stream; andtearing a corner from his French military commission (which he carried in hispocket, like a talisman to keep him from the gallows), he sat down and wrote asfollows:

“DEARKINSMAN,—Please send the money by thebearer to the place he kens of.

“Your affectionate cousin,
“A. S.”

This he intrusted to the bouman, who promised to make what manner of speed hebest could, and carried it off with him down the hill.

He was three full days gone, but about five in the evening of the third, weheard a whistling in the wood, which Alan answered; and presently the boumancame up the water-side, looking for us, right and left. He seemed less sulkythan before, and indeed he was no doubt well pleased to have got to the end ofsuch a dangerous commission.

He gave us the news of the country; that it was alive with red-coats; that armswere being found, and poor folk brought in trouble daily; and that James andsome of his servants were already clapped in prison at Fort William, understrong suspicion of complicity. It seemed it was noised on all sides that AlanBreck had fired the shot; and there was a bill issued for both him and me, withone hundred pounds reward.

This was all as bad as could be; and the little note the bouman had carried usfrom Mrs. Stewart was of a miserable sadness. In it she besought Alan not tolet himself be captured, assuring him, if he fell in the hands of the troops,both he and James were no better than dead men. The money she had sent was allthat she could beg or borrow, and she prayed heaven we could be doing with it.Lastly, she said, she enclosed us one of the bills in which we were described.

This we looked upon with great curiosity and not a little fear, partly as a manmay look in a mirror, partly as he might look into the barrel of an enemy’s gunto judge if it be truly aimed. Alan was advertised as “a small, pock-marked,active man of thirty-five or thereby, dressed in a feathered hat, a Frenchside-coat of blue with silver buttons, and lace a great deal tarnished, a redwaistcoat and breeches of black, shag;” and I as “a tall strong lad of abouteighteen, wearing an old blue coat, very ragged, an old Highland bonnet, a longhomespun waistcoat, blue breeches; his legs bare, low-country shoes, wantingthe toes; speaks like a Lowlander, and has no beard.”

Alan was well enough pleased to see his finery so fully remembered and setdown; only when he came to the word tarnish, he looked upon his lace like one alittle mortified. As for myself, I thought I cut a miserable figure in thebill; and yet was well enough pleased too, for since I had changed these rags,the description had ceased to be a danger and become a source of safety.

“Alan,” said I, “you should change your clothes.”

“Na, troth!” said Alan, “I have nae others. A fine sight I would be, if I wentback to France in a bonnet!”

This put a second reflection in my mind: that if I were to separate from Alanand his tell-tale clothes I should be safe against arrest, and might go openlyabout my business. Nor was this all; for suppose I was arrested when I wasalone, there was little against me; but suppose I was taken in company with thereputed murderer, my case would begin to be grave. For generosity’s sake I darenot speak my mind upon this head; but I thought of it none the less.

I thought of it all the more, too, when the bouman brought out a green pursewith four guineas in gold, and the best part of another in small change. True,it was more than I had. But then Alan, with less than five guineas, had to getas far as France; I, with my less than two, not beyond Queensferry; so thattaking things in their proportion, Alan’s society was not only a peril to mylife, but a burden on my purse.

But there was no thought of the sort in the honest head of my companion. Hebelieved he was serving, helping, and protecting me. And what could I do buthold my peace, and chafe, and take my chance of it?

“It’s little enough,” said Alan, putting the purse in his pocket, “but it’ll domy business. And now, John Breck, if ye will hand me over my button, thisgentleman and me will be for taking the road.”

But the bouman, after feeling about in a hairy purse that hung in front of himin the Highland manner (though he wore otherwise the Lowland habit, withsea-trousers), began to roll his eyes strangely, and at last said, “Her nainselwill loss it,” meaning he thought he had lost it.

“What!” cried Alan, “you will lose my button, that was my father’s before me?Now I will tell you what is in my mind, John Breck: it is in my mind this isthe worst day’s work that ever ye did since ye was born.”

And as Alan spoke, he set his hands on his knees and looked at the bouman witha smiling mouth, and that dancing light in his eyes that meant mischief to hisenemies.

Perhaps the bouman was honest enough; perhaps he had meant to cheat and then,finding himself alone with two of us in a desert place, cast back to honesty asbeing safer; at least, and all at once, he seemed to find that button andhanded it to Alan.

“Well, and it is a good thing for the honour of the Maccolls,” said Alan, andthen to me, “Here is my button back again, and I thank you for parting with it,which is of a piece with all your friendships to me.” Then he took the warmestparting of the bouman. “For,” says he, “ye have done very well by me, and setyour neck at a venture, and I will always give you the name of a good man.”

Lastly, the bouman took himself off by one way; and Alan and I (getting ourchattels together) struck into another to resume our flight.

CHAPTER XXII
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE MOOR

ome seven hours’ incessant, hard travelling brought us early in the morning tothe end of a range of mountains. In front of us there lay a piece of low,broken, desert land, which we must now cross. The sun was not long up, andshone straight in our eyes; a little, thin mist went up from the face of themoorland like a smoke; so that (as Alan said) there might have been twentysquadron of dragoons there and we none the wiser.

We sat down, therefore, in a howe of the hill-side till the mist should haverisen, and made ourselves a dish of drammach, and held a council of war.

“David,” said Alan, “this is the kittle bit. Shall we lie here till it comesnight, or shall we risk it, and stave on ahead?”

“Well,” said I, “I am tired indeed, but I could walk as far again, if that wasall.”

“Ay, but it isnae,” said Alan, “nor yet the half. This is how we stand: Appin’sfair death to us. To the south it’s all Campbells, and no to be thought of. Tothe north; well, there’s no muckle to be gained by going north; neither foryou, that wants to get to Queensferry, nor yet for me, that wants to get toFrance. Well, then, we’ll can strike east.”

“East be it!” says I, quite cheerily; but I was thinking in to myself: “O, man,if you would only take one point of the compass and let me take any other, itwould be the best for both of us.”

“Well, then, east, ye see, we have the muirs,” said Alan. “Once there, David,it’s mere pitch-and-toss. Out on yon bald, naked, flat place, where can a bodyturn to? Let the red-coats come over a hill, they can spy you miles away; andthe sorrow’s in their horses’ heels, they would soon ride you down. It’s nogood place, David; and I’m free to say, it’s worse by daylight than by dark.”

“Alan,” said I, “hear my way of it. Appin’s death for us; we have none too muchmoney, nor yet meal; the longer they seek, the nearer they may guess where weare; it’s all a risk; and I give my word to go ahead until we drop.”

Alan was delighted. “There are whiles,” said he, “when ye are altogether toocanny and Whiggish to be company for a gentleman like me; but there come otherwhiles when ye show yoursel’ a mettle spark; and it’s then, David, that I loveye like a brother.”

The mist rose and died away, and showed us that country lying as waste as thesea; only the moorfowl and the pewees crying upon it, and far over to the east,a herd of deer, moving like dots. Much of it was red with heather; much of therest broken up with bogs and hags and peaty pools; some had been burnt black ina heath fire; and in another place there was quite a forest of dead firs,standing like skeletons. A wearier-looking desert man never saw; but at leastit was clear of troops, which was our point.

We went down accordingly into the waste, and began to make our toilsome anddevious travel towards the eastern verge. There were the tops of mountains allround (you are to remember) from whence we might be spied at any moment; so itbehoved us to keep in the hollow parts of the moor, and when these turned asidefrom our direction to move upon its naked face with infinite care. Sometimes,for half an hour together, we must crawl from one heather bush to another, ashunters do when they are hard upon the deer. It was a clear day again, with ablazing sun; the water in the brandy bottle was soon gone; and altogether, if Ihad guessed what it would be to crawl half the time upon my belly and to walkmuch of the rest stooping nearly to the knees, I should certainly have heldback from such a killing enterprise.

Toiling and resting and toiling again, we wore away the morning; and about noonlay down in a thick bush of heather to sleep. Alan took the first watch; and itseemed to me I had scarce closed my eyes before I was shaken up to take thesecond. We had no clock to go by; and Alan stuck a sprig of heath in the groundto serve instead; so that as soon as the shadow of the bush should fall so farto the east, I might know to rouse him. But I was by this time so weary that Icould have slept twelve hours at a stretch; I had the taste of sleep in mythroat; my joints slept even when my mind was waking; the hot smell of theheather, and the drone of the wild bees, were like possets to me; and every nowand again I would give a jump and find I had been dozing.

The last time I woke I seemed to come back from farther away, and thought thesun had taken a great start in the heavens. I looked at the sprig of heath, andat that I could have cried aloud: for I saw I had betrayed my trust. My headwas nearly turned with fear and shame; and at what I saw, when I looked outaround me on the moor, my heart was like dying in my body. For sure enough, abody of horse-soldiers had come down during my sleep, and were drawing near tous from the south-east, spread out in the shape of a fan and riding theirhorses to and fro in the deep parts of the heather.

When I waked Alan, he glanced first at the soldiers, then at the mark and theposition of the sun, and knitted his brows with a sudden, quick look, both uglyand anxious, which was all the reproach I had of him.

“What are we to do now?” I asked.

“We’ll have to play at being hares,” said he. “Do ye see yon mountain?”pointing to one on the north-eastern sky.

“Ay,” said I.

“Well, then,” says he, “let us strike for that. Its name is Ben Alder. it is awild, desert mountain full of hills and hollows, and if we can win to it beforethe morn, we may do yet.”

“But, Alan,” cried I, “that will take us across the very coming of thesoldiers!”

“I ken that fine,” said he; “but if we are driven back on Appin, we are twodead men. So now, David man, be brisk!”

With that he began to run forward on his hands and knees with an incrediblequickness, as though it were his natural way of going. All the time, too, hekept winding in and out in the lower parts of the moorland where we were thebest concealed. Some of these had been burned or at least scathed with fire;and there rose in our faces (which were close to the ground) a blinding,choking dust as fine as smoke. The water was long out; and this posture ofrunning on the hands and knees brings an overmastering weakness and weariness,so that the joints ache and the wrists faint under your weight.

Now and then, indeed, where was a big bush of heather, we lay awhile, andpanted, and putting aside the leaves, looked back at the dragoons. They had notspied us, for they held straight on; a half-troop, I think, covering about twomiles of ground, and beating it mighty thoroughly as they went. I had awakenedjust in time; a little later, and we must have fled in front of them, insteadof escaping on one side. Even as it was, the least misfortune might betray us;and now and again, when a grouse rose out of the heather with a clap of wings,we lay as still as the dead and were afraid to breathe.

The aching and faintness of my body, the labouring of my heart, the soreness ofmy hands, and the smarting of my throat and eyes in the continual smoke of dustand ashes, had soon grown to be so unbearable that I would gladly have givenup. Nothing but the fear of Alan lent me enough of a false kind of courage tocontinue. As for himself (and you are to bear in mind that he was cumbered witha great-coat) he had first turned crimson, but as time went on the rednessbegan to be mingled with patches of white; his breath cried and whistled as itcame; and his voice, when he whispered his observations in my ear during ourhalts, sounded like nothing human. Yet he seemed in no way dashed in spirits,nor did he at all abate in his activity, so that I was driven to marvel at theman’s endurance.

At length, in the first gloaming of the night, we heard a trumpet sound, andlooking back from among the heather, saw the troop beginning to collect. Alittle after, they had built a fire and camped for the night, about the middleof the waste.

At this I begged and besought that we might lie down and sleep.

“There shall be no sleep the night!” said Alan. “From now on, these wearydragoons of yours will keep the crown of the muirland, and none will get out ofAppin but winged fowls. We got through in the nick of time, and shall wejeopard what we’ve gained? Na, na, when the day comes, it shall find you and mein a fast place on Ben Alder.”

“Alan,” I said, “it’s not the want of will: it’s the strength that I want. If Icould, I would; but as sure as I’m alive I cannot.”

“Very well, then,” said Alan. “I’ll carry ye.”

I looked to see if he were jesting; but no, the little man was in dead earnest;and the sight of so much resolution shamed me.

“Lead away!” said I. “I’ll follow.”

He gave me one look as much as to say, “Well done, David!” and off he set againat his top speed.

It grew cooler and even a little darker (but not much) with the coming of thenight. The sky was cloudless; it was still early in July, and pretty far north;in the darkest part of that night, you would have needed pretty good eyes toread, but for all that, I have often seen it darker in a winter mid-day. Heavydew fell and drenched the moor like rain; and this refreshed me for a while.When we stopped to breathe, and I had time to see all about me, the clearnessand sweetness of the night, the shapes of the hills like things asleep, and thefire dwindling away behind us, like a bright spot in the midst of the moor,anger would come upon me in a clap that I must still drag myself in agony andeat the dust like a worm.

By what I have read in books, I think few that have held a pen were ever reallywearied, or they would write of it more strongly. I had no care of my life,neither past nor future, and I scarce remembered there was such a lad as DavidBalfour. I did not think of myself, but just of each fresh step which I wassure would be my last, with despair—and of Alan, who was the cause of it, withhatred. Alan was in the right trade as a soldier; this is the officer’s part tomake men continue to do things, they know not wherefore, and when, if thechoice was offered, they would lie down where they were and be killed. And Idare say I would have made a good enough private; for in these last hours itnever occurred to me that I had any choice but just to obey as long as I wasable, and die obeying.

Day began to come in, after years, I thought; and by that time we were past thegreatest danger, and could walk upon our feet like men, instead of crawlinglike brutes. But, dear heart have mercy! what a pair we must have made, goingdouble like old grandfathers, stumbling like babes, and as white as dead folk.Never a word passed between us; each set his mouth and kept his eyes in frontof him, and lifted up his foot and set it down again, like people liftingweights at a country play;^[27]all the while, with the moorfowl crying “peep!” in the heather, and the lightcoming slowly clearer in the east.

[27]Village fair.

I say Alan did as I did. Not that ever I looked at him, for I had enough ado tokeep my feet; but because it is plain he must have been as stupid withweariness as myself, and looked as little where we were going, or we should nothave walked into an ambush like blind men.

It fell in this way. We were going down a heathery brae, Alan leading and Ifollowing a pace or two behind, like a fiddler and his wife; when upon a suddenthe heather gave a rustle, three or four ragged men leaped out, and the nextmoment we were lying on our backs, each with a dirk at his throat.

I don’t think I cared; the pain of this rough handling was quite swallowed upby the pains of which I was already full; and I was too glad to have stoppedwalking to mind about a dirk. I lay looking up in the face of the man that heldme; and I mind his face was black with the sun, and his eyes very light, but Iwas not afraid of him. I heard Alan and another whispering in the Gaelic; andwhat they said was all one to me.

Then the dirks were put up, our weapons were taken away, and we were set faceto face, sitting in the heather.

“They are Cluny’s men,” said Alan. “We couldnae have fallen better. We’re justto bide here with these, which are his out-sentries, till they can get word tothe chief of my arrival.”

Now Cluny Macpherson, the chief of the clan Vourich, had been one of theleaders of the great rebellion six years before; there was a price on his life;and I had supposed him long ago in France, with the rest of the heads of thatdesperate party. Even tired as I was, the surprise of what I heard half wakenedme.

“What,” I cried, “is Cluny still here?”

“Ay, is he so!” said Alan. “Still in his own country and kept by his own clan.King George can do no more.”

I think I would have asked farther, but Alan gave me the put-off. “I am ratherwearied,” he said, “and I would like fine to get a sleep.” And without morewords, he rolled on his face in a deep heather bush, and seemed to sleep atonce.

There was no such thing possible for me. You have heard grasshoppers whirringin the grass in the summer time? Well, I had no sooner closed my eyes, than mybody, and above all my head, belly, and wrists, seemed to be filled withwhirring grasshoppers; and I must open my eyes again at once, and tumble andtoss, and sit up and lie down; and look at the sky which dazzled me, or atCluny’s wild and dirty sentries, peering out over the top of the brae andchattering to each other in the Gaelic.

That was all the rest I had, until the messenger returned; when, as it appearedthat Cluny would be glad to receive us, we must get once more upon our feet andset forward. Alan was in excellent good spirits, much refreshed by his sleep,very hungry, and looking pleasantly forward to a dram and a dish of hotcollops, of which, it seems, the messenger had brought him word. For my part,it made me sick to hear of eating. I had been dead-heavy before, and now I felta kind of dreadful lightness, which would not suffer me to walk. I drifted likea gossamer; the ground seemed to me a cloud, the hills a feather-weight, theair to have a current, like a running burn, which carried me to and fro. Withall that, a sort of horror of despair sat on my mind, so that I could have weptat my own helplessness.

I saw Alan knitting his brows at me, and supposed it was in anger; and thatgave me a pang of light-headed fear, like what a child may have. I remember,too, that I was smiling, and could not stop smiling, hard as I tried; for Ithought it was out of place at such a time. But my good companion had nothingin his mind but kindness; and the next moment, two of the gillies had me by thearms, and I began to be carried forward with great swiftness (or so it appearedto me, although I dare say it was slowly enough in truth), through a labyrinthof dreary glens and hollows and into the heart of that dismal mountain of BenAlder.

CHAPTER XXIII
CLUNY’S CAGE

e came at last to the foot of an exceeding steep wood, which scrambled up acraggy hillside, and was crowned by a naked precipice.

“It’s here,” said one of the guides, and we struck up hill.

The trees clung upon the slope, like sailors on the shrouds of a ship, andtheir trunks were like the rounds of a ladder, by which we mounted.

Quite at the top, and just before the rocky face of the cliff sprang above thefoliage, we found that strange house which was known in the country as “Cluny’sCage.” The trunks of several trees had been wattled across, the intervalsstrengthened with stakes, and the ground behind this barricade levelled up withearth to make the floor. A tree, which grew out from the hillside, was theliving centre-beam of the roof. The walls were of wattle and covered with moss.The whole house had something of an egg shape; and it half hung, half stood inthat steep, hillside thicket, like a wasp’s nest in a green hawthorn.

Within, it was large enough to shelter five or six persons with some comfort. Aprojection of the cliff had been cunningly employed to be the fireplace; andthe smoke rising against the face of the rock, and being not dissimilar incolour, readily escaped notice from below.

This was but one of Cluny’s hiding-places; he had caves, besides, andunderground chambers in several parts of his country; and following the reportsof his scouts, he moved from one to another as the soldiers drew near or movedaway. By this manner of living, and thanks to the affection of his clan, he hadnot only stayed all this time in safety, while so many others had fled or beentaken and slain: but stayed four or five years longer, and only went to Franceat last by the express command of his master. There he soon died; and it isstrange to reflect that he may have regretted his Cage upon Ben Alder.

When we came to the door he was seated by his rock chimney, watching a gillieabout some cookery. He was mighty plainly habited, with a knitted nightcapdrawn over his ears, and smoked a foul cutty pipe. For all that he had themanners of a king, and it was quite a sight to see him rise out of his place towelcome us.

“Well, Mr. Stewart, come awa’, sir!” said he, “and bring in your friend that asyet I dinna ken the name of.”

“And how is yourself, Cluny?” said Alan. “I hope ye do brawly, sir. And I amproud to see ye, and to present to ye my friend the Laird of Shaws, Mr. DavidBalfour.”

Alan never referred to my estate without a touch of a sneer, when we werealone; but with strangers, he rang the words out like a herald.

“Step in by, the both of ye, gentlemen,” says Cluny. “I make ye welcome to myhouse, which is a queer, rude place for certain, but one where I haveentertained a royal personage, Mr. Stewart—ye doubtless ken the personage Ihave in my eye. We’ll take a dram for luck, and as soon as this handless man ofmine has the collops ready, we’ll dine and take a hand at the cartes asgentlemen should. My life is a bit driegh,” says he, pouring out the brandy; “Isee little company, and sit and twirl my thumbs, and mind upon a great day thatis gone by, and weary for another great day that we all hope will be upon theroad. And so here’s a toast to ye: The Restoration!”

Thereupon we all touched glasses and drank. I am sure I wished no ill to KingGeorge; and if he had been there himself in proper person, it’s like he wouldhave done as I did. No sooner had I taken out the drain than I felt hugelybetter, and could look on and listen, still a little mistily perhaps, but nolonger with the same groundless horror and distress of mind.

It was certainly a strange place, and we had a strange host. In his longhiding, Cluny had grown to have all manner of precise habits, like those of anold maid. He had a particular place, where no one else must sit; the Cage wasarranged in a particular way, which none must disturb; cookery was one of hischief fancies, and even while he was greeting us in, he kept an eye to thecollops.

It appears, he sometimes visited or received visits from his wife and one ortwo of his nearest friends, under the cover of night; but for the more partlived quite alone, and communicated only with his sentinels and the gilliesthat waited on him in the Cage. The first thing in the morning, one of them,who was a barber, came and shaved him, and gave him the news of the country, ofwhich he was immoderately greedy. There was no end to his questions; he putthem as earnestly as a child; and at some of the answers, laughed out of allbounds of reason, and would break out again laughing at the mere memory, hoursafter the barber was gone.

To be sure, there might have been a purpose in his questions; for though he wasthus sequestered, and like the other landed gentlemen of Scotland, stripped bythe late Act of Parliament of legal powers, he still exercised a patriarchaljustice in his clan. Disputes were brought to him in his hiding-hole to bedecided; and the men of his country, who would have snapped their fingers atthe Court of Session, laid aside revenge and paid down money at the bare wordof this forfeited and hunted outlaw. When he was angered, which was oftenenough, he gave his commands and breathed threats of punishment like any king;and his gillies trembled and crouched away from him like children before ahasty father. With each of them, as he entered, he ceremoniously shook hands,both parties touching their bonnets at the same time in a military manner.Altogether, I had a fair chance to see some of the inner workings of a Highlandclan; and this with a proscribed, fugitive chief; his country conquered; thetroops riding upon all sides in quest of him, sometimes within a mile of wherehe lay; and when the least of the ragged fellows whom he rated and threatened,could have made a fortune by betraying him.

On that first day, as soon as the collops were ready, Cluny gave them with hisown hand a squeeze of a lemon (for he was well supplied with luxuries) and badeus draw in to our meal.

“They,” said he, meaning the collops, “are such as I gave his Royal Highness inthis very house; bating the lemon juice, for at that time we were glad to getthe meat and never fashed for kitchen.^[28]Indeed, there were mair dragoons than lemonsin my country in the year forty-six.”

[28]Condiment.

I do not know if the collops were truly very good, but my heart rose againstthe sight of them, and I could eat but little. All the while Cluny entertainedus with stories of Prince Charlie’s stay in the Cage, giving us the very wordsof the speakers, and rising from his place to show us where they stood. Bythese, I gathered the Prince was a gracious, spirited boy, like the son of arace of polite kings, but not so wise as Solomon. I gathered, too, that whilehe was in the Cage, he was often drunk; so the fault that has since, by allaccounts, made such a wreck of him, had even then begun to show itself.

We were no sooner done eating than Cluny brought out an old, thumbed, greasypack of cards, such as you may find in a mean inn; and his eyes brightened inhis face as he proposed that we should fall to playing.

Now this was one of the things I had been brought up to eschew like disgrace;it being held by my father neither the part of a Christian nor yet of agentleman to set his own livelihood and fish for that of others, on the cast ofpainted pasteboard. To be sure, I might have pleaded my fatigue, which wasexcuse enough; but I thought it behoved that I should bear a testimony. I musthave got very red in the face, but I spoke steadily, and told them I had nocall to be a judge of others, but for my own part, it was a matter in which Ihad no clearness.

Cluny stopped mingling the cards. “What in deil’s name is this?” says he. “Whatkind of Whiggish, canting talk is this, for the house of Cluny Macpherson?”

“I will put my hand in the fire for Mr. Balfour,” says Alan. “He is an honestand a mettle gentleman, and I would have ye bear in mind who says it. I bear aking’s name,” says he, cocking his hat; “and I and any that I call friend arecompany for the best. But the gentleman is tired, and should sleep; if he hasno mind to the cartes, it will never hinder you and me. And I’m fit andwilling, sir, to play ye any game that ye can name.”

“Sir,” says Cluny, “in this poor house of mine I would have you to ken that anygentleman may follow his pleasure. If your friend would like to stand on hishead, he is welcome. And if either he, or you, or any other man, is notpreceesely satisfied, I will be proud to step outside with him.”

I had no will that these two friends should cut their throats for my sake.

“Sir,” said I, “I am very wearied, as Alan says; and what’s more, as you are aman that likely has sons of your own, I may tell you it was a promise to myfather.”

“Say nae mair, say nae mair,” said Cluny, and pointed me to a bed of heather ina corner of the Cage. For all that he was displeased enough, looked at measkance, and grumbled when he looked. And indeed it must be owned that both myscruples and the words in which I declared them, smacked somewhat of theCovenanter, and were little in their place among wild Highland Jacobites.

What with the brandy and the venison, a strange heaviness had come over me; andI had scarce lain down upon the bed before I fell into a kind of trance, inwhich I continued almost the whole time of our stay in the Cage. Sometimes Iwas broad awake and understood what passed; sometimes I only heard voices, ormen snoring, like the voice of a silly river; and the plaids upon the walldwindled down and swelled out again, like firelight shadows on the roof. I mustsometimes have spoken or cried out, for I remember I was now and then amazed atbeing answered; yet I was conscious of no particular nightmare, only of ageneral, black, abiding horror—a horror of the place I was in, and the bed Ilay in, and the plaids on the wall, and the voices, and the fire, and myself.

The barber-gillie, who was a doctor too, was called in to prescribe for me; butas he spoke in the Gaelic, I understood not a word of his opinion, and was toosick even to ask for a translation. I knew well enough I was ill, and that wasall I cared about.

I paid little heed while I lay in this poor pass. But Alan and Cluny were mostof the time at the cards, and I am clear that Alan must have begun by winning;for I remember sitting up, and seeing them hard at it, and a great glitteringpile of as much as sixty or a hundred guineas on the table. It looked strangeenough, to see all this wealth in a nest upon a cliff-side, wattled aboutgrowing trees. And even then, I thought it seemed deep water for Alan to beriding, who had no better battle-horse than a green purse and a matter of fivepounds.

The luck, it seems, changed on the second day. About noon I was wakened asusual for dinner, and as usual refused to eat, and was given a dram with somebitter infusion which the barber had prescribed. The sun was shining in at theopen door of the Cage, and this dazzled and offended me. Cluny sat at thetable, biting the pack of cards. Alan had stooped over the bed, and had hisface close to my eyes; to which, troubled as they were with the fever, itseemed of the most shocking bigness.

He asked me for a loan of my money.

“What for?” said I.

“O, just for a loan,” said he.

“But why?” I repeated. “I don’t see.”

“Hut, David!” said Alan, “ye wouldnae grudge me a loan?”

I would, though, if I had had my senses! But all I thought of then was to gethis face away, and I handed him my money.

On the morning of the third day, when we had been forty-eight hours in theCage, I awoke with a great relief of spirits, very weak and weary indeed, butseeing things of the right size and with their honest, everyday appearance. Ihad a mind to eat, moreover, rose from bed of my own movement, and as soon aswe had breakfasted, stepped to the entry of the Cage and sat down outside inthe top of the wood. It was a grey day with a cool, mild air: and I sat in adream all morning, only disturbed by the passing by of Cluny’s scouts andservants coming with provisions and reports; for as the coast was at that timeclear, you might almost say he held court openly.

When I returned, he and Alan had laid the cards aside, and were questioning agillie; and the chief turned about and spoke to me in the Gaelic.

“I have no Gaelic, sir,” said I.

Now since the card question, everything I said or did had the power of annoyingCluny. “Your name has more sense than yourself, then,” said he angrily, “forit’s good Gaelic. But the point is this. My scout reports all clear in thesouth, and the question is, have ye the strength to go?”

I saw cards on the table, but no gold; only a heap of little written papers,and these all on Cluny’s side. Alan, besides, had an odd look, like a man notvery well content; and I began to have a strong misgiving.

“I do not know if I am as well as I should be,” said I, looking at Alan; “butthe little money we have has a long way to carry us.”

Alan took his under-lip into his mouth, and looked upon the ground.

“David,” says he at last, “I’ve lost it; there’s the naked truth.”

“My money too?” said I.

“Your money too,” says Alan, with a groan. “Ye shouldnae have given it me. I’mdaft when I get to the cartes.”

“Hoot-toot! hoot-toot!” said Cluny. “It was all daffing; it’s all nonsense. Ofcourse you’ll have your money back again, and the double of it, if ye’ll makeso free with me. It would be a singular thing for me to keep it. It’s not to besupposed that I would be any hindrance to gentlemen in your situation; thatwould be a singular thing!” cries he, and began to pull gold out of his pocketwith a mighty red face.

Alan said nothing, only looked on the ground.

“Will you step to the door with me, sir?” said I.

Cluny said he would be very glad, and followed me readily enough, but he lookedflustered and put out.

“And now, sir,” says I, “I must first acknowledge your generosity.”

“Nonsensical nonsense!” cries Cluny. “Where’s the generosity? This is just amost unfortunate affair; but what would ye have me do—boxed up in this bee-skepof a cage of mine—but just set my friends to the cartes, when I can get them?And if they lose, of course, it’s not to be supposed——” And here he came to apause.

“Yes,” said I, “if they lose, you give them back their money; and if they win,they carry away yours in their pouches! I have said before that I grant yourgenerosity; but to me, sir, it’s a very painful thing to be placed in thisposition.”

There was a little silence, in which Cluny seemed always as if he was about tospeak, but said nothing. All the time he grew redder and redder in the face.

“I am a young man,” said I, “and I ask your advice. Advise me as you would yourson. My friend fairly lost his money, after having fairly gained a far greatersum of yours; can I accept it back again? Would that be the right part for meto play? Whatever I do, you can see for yourself it must be hard upon a man ofany pride.”

“It’s rather hard on me, too, Mr. Balfour,” said Cluny, “and ye give me verymuch the look of a man that has entrapped poor people to their hurt. I wouldnaehave my friends come to any house of mine to accept affronts; no,” he cried,with a sudden heat of anger, “nor yet to give them!”

“And so you see, sir,” said I, “there is something to be said upon my side; andthis gambling is a very poor employ for gentlefolks. But I am still waitingyour opinion.”

I am sure if ever Cluny hated any man it was David Balfour. He looked me allover with a warlike eye, and I saw the challenge at his lips. But either myyouth disarmed him, or perhaps his own sense of justice. Certainly it was amortifying matter for all concerned, and not least Cluny; the more credit thathe took it as he did.

“Mr. Balfour,” said he, “I think you are too nice and covenanting, but for allthat you have the spirit of a very pretty gentleman. Upon my honest word, yemay take this money—it’s what I would tell my son—and here’s my hand along withit!”

CHAPTER XXIV
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE QUARREL

lan and I were put across Loch Errocht under cloud of night, and went down itseastern shore to another hiding-place near the head of Loch Rannoch, whither wewere led by one of the gillies from the Cage. This fellow carried all ourluggage and Alan’s great-coat in the bargain, trotting along under the burthen,far less than the half of which used to weigh me to the ground, like a stouthill pony with a feather; yet he was a man that, in plain contest, I could havebroken on my knee.

Doubtless it was a great relief to walk disencumbered; and perhaps without thatrelief, and the consequent sense of liberty and lightness, I could not havewalked at all. I was but new risen from a bed of sickness; and there wasnothing in the state of our affairs to hearten me for much exertion;travelling, as we did, over the most dismal deserts in Scotland, under a cloudyheaven, and with divided hearts among the travellers.

For long, we said nothing; marching alongside or one behind the other, eachwith a set countenance: I, angry and proud, and drawing what strength I hadfrom these two violent and sinful feelings; Alan angry and ashamed, ashamedthat he had lost my money, angry that I should take it so ill.

The thought of a separation ran always the stronger in my mind; and the more Iapproved of it, the more ashamed I grew of my approval. It would be a fine,handsome, generous thing, indeed, for Alan to turn round and say to me: “Go, Iam in the most danger, and my company only increases yours.” But for me to turnto the friend who certainly loved me, and say to him: “You are in great danger,I am in but little; your friendship is a burden; go, take your risks and bearyour hardships alone——” no, that was impossible; and even to think of itprivily to myself, made my cheeks to burn.

And yet Alan had behaved like a child, and (what is worse) a treacherous child.Wheedling my money from me while I lay half-conscious was scarce better thantheft; and yet here he was trudging by my side, without a penny to his name,and by what I could see, quite blithe to sponge upon the money he had driven meto beg. True, I was ready to share it with him; but it made me rage to see himcount upon my readiness.

These were the two things uppermost in my mind; and I could open my mouth uponneither without black ungenerosity. So I did the next worst, and said nothing,nor so much as looked once at my companion, save with the tail of my eye.

At last, upon the other side of Loch Errocht, going over a smooth, rushy place,where the walking was easy, he could bear it no longer, and came close to me.

“David,” says he, “this is no way for two friends to take a small accident. Ihave to say that I’m sorry; and so that’s said. And now if you have anything,ye’d better say it.”

“O,” says I, “I have nothing.”

He seemed disconcerted; at which I was meanly pleased.

“No,” said he, with rather a trembling voice, “but when I say I was to blame?”

“Why, of course, ye were to blame,” said I, coolly; “and you will bear me outthat I have never reproached you.”

“Never,” says he; “but ye ken very well that ye’ve done worse. Are we to part?Ye said so once before. Are ye to say it again? There’s hills and heatherenough between here and the two seas, David; and I will own I’m no very keen tostay where I’m no wanted.”

This pierced me like a sword, and seemed to lay bare my private disloyalty.

“Alan Breck!” I cried; and then: “Do you think I am one to turn my back on youin your chief need? You dursn’t say it to my face. My whole conduct’s there togive the lie to it. It’s true, I fell asleep upon the muir; but that was fromweariness, and you do wrong to cast it up to me——”

“Which is what I never did,” said Alan.

“But aside from that,” I continued, “what have I done that you should even meto dogs by such a supposition? I never yet failed a friend, and it’s not likelyI’ll begin with you. There are things between us that I can never forget, evenif you can.”

“I will only say this to ye, David,” said Alan, very quietly, “that I have longbeen owing ye my life, and now I owe ye money. Ye should try to make thatburden light for me.”

This ought to have touched me, and in a manner it did, but the wrong manner. Ifelt I was behaving badly; and was now not only angry with Alan, but angry withmyself in the bargain; and it made me the more cruel.

“You asked me to speak,” said I. “Well, then, I will. You own yourself that youhave done me a disservice; I have had to swallow an affront: I have neverreproached you, I never named the thing till you did. And now you blame me,”cried I, “because I cannae laugh and sing as if I was glad to be affronted. Thenext thing will be that I’m to go down upon my knees and thank you for it! Yeshould think more of others, Alan Breck. If ye thought more of others, ye wouldperhaps speak less about yourself; and when a friend that likes you very wellhas passed over an offence without a word, you would be blithe to let it lie,instead of making it a stick to break his back with. By your own way of it, itwas you that was to blame; then it shouldnae be you to seek the quarrel.”

“Aweel,” said Alan, “say nae mair.”

And we fell back into our former silence; and came to our journey’s end, andsupped, and lay down to sleep, without another word.

The gillie put us across Loch Rannoch in the dusk of the next day, and gave ushis opinion as to our best route. This was to get us up at once into the topsof the mountains: to go round by a circuit, turning the heads of Glen Lyon,Glen Lochay, and Glen Dochart, and come down upon the lowlands by Kippen andthe upper waters of the Forth. Alan was little pleased with a route which ledus through the country of his blood-foes, the Glenorchy Campbells. He objectedthat by turning to the east, we should come almost at once among the AtholeStewarts, a race of his own name and lineage, although following a differentchief, and come besides by a far easier and swifter way to the place whither wewere bound. But the gillie, who was indeed the chief man of Cluny’s scouts, hadgood reasons to give him on all hands, naming the force of troops in everydistrict, and alleging finally (as well as I could understand) that we shouldnowhere be so little troubled as in a country of the Campbells.

Alan gave way at last, but with only half a heart. “It’s one of the dowiestcountries in Scotland,” said he. “There’s naething there that I ken, but heath,and crows, and Campbells. But I see that ye’re a man of some penetration; andbe it as ye please!”

We set forth accordingly by this itinerary; and for the best part of threenights travelled on eerie mountains and among the well-heads of wild rivers;often buried in mist, almost continually blown and rained upon, and not oncecheered by any glimpse of sunshine. By day, we lay and slept in the drenchingheather; by night, incessantly clambered upon break-neck hills and among rudecrags. We often wandered; we were often so involved in fog, that we must liequiet till it lightened. A fire was never to be thought of. Our only food wasdrammach and a portion of cold meat that we had carried from the Cage; and asfor drink, Heaven knows we had no want of water.

This was a dreadful time, rendered the more dreadful by the gloom of theweather and the country. I was never warm; my teeth chattered in my head; I wastroubled with a very sore throat, such as I had on the isle; I had a painfulstitch in my side, which never left me; and when I slept in my wet bed, withthe rain beating above and the mud oozing below me, it was to live over againin fancy the worst part of my adventures—to see the tower of Shaws lit bylightning, Ransome carried below on the men’s backs, Shuan dying on theround-house floor, or Colin Campbell grasping at the bosom of his coat. Fromsuch broken slumbers, I would be aroused in the gloaming, to sit up in the samepuddle where I had slept, and sup cold drammach; the rain driving sharp in myface or running down my back in icy trickles; the mist enfolding us like as ina gloomy chamber—or, perhaps, if the wind blew, falling suddenly apart andshowing us the gulf of some dark valley where the streams were crying aloud.

The sound of an infinite number of rivers came up from all round. In thissteady rain the springs of the mountain were broken up; every glen gushed waterlike a cistern; every stream was in high spate, and had filled and overflowedits channel. During our night tramps, it was solemn to hear the voice of thembelow in the valleys, now booming like thunder, now with an angry cry. I couldwell understand the story of the Water Kelpie, that demon of the streams, whois fabled to keep wailing and roaring at the ford until the coming of thedoomed traveller. Alan I saw believed it, or half believed it; and when the cryof the river rose more than usually sharp, I was little surprised (though, ofcourse, I would still be shocked) to see him cross himself in the manner of theCatholics.

During all these horrid wanderings we had no familiarity, scarcely even that ofspeech. The truth is that I was sickening for my grave, which is my bestexcuse. But besides that I was of an unforgiving disposition from my birth,slow to take offence, slower to forget it, and now incensed both against mycompanion and myself. For the best part of two days he was unweariedly kind;silent, indeed, but always ready to help, and always hoping (as I could verywell see) that my displeasure would blow by. For the same length of time Istayed in myself, nursing my anger, roughly refusing his services, and passinghim over with my eyes as if he had been a bush or a stone.

The second night, or rather the peep of the third day, found us upon a veryopen hill, so that we could not follow our usual plan and lie down immediatelyto eat and sleep. Before we had reached a place of shelter, the grey had comepretty clear, for though it still rained, the clouds ran higher; and Alan,looking in my face, showed some marks of concern.

“Ye had better let me take your pack,” said he, for perhaps the ninth timesince we had parted from the scout beside Loch Rannoch.

“I do very well, I thank you,” said I, as cold as ice.

Alan flushed darkly. “I’ll not offer it again,” he said. “I’m not a patientman, David.”

“I never said you were,” said I, which was exactly the rude, silly speech of aboy of ten.

Alan made no answer at the time, but his conduct answered for him. Henceforth,it is to be thought, he quite forgave himself for the affair at Cluny’s; cockedhis hat again, walked jauntily, whistled airs, and looked at me upon one sidewith a provoking smile.

The third night we were to pass through the western end of the country ofBalquhidder. It came clear and cold, with a touch in the air like frost, and anortherly wind that blew the clouds away and made the stars bright. The streamswere full, of course, and still made a great noise among the hills; but Iobserved that Alan thought no more upon the Kelpie, and was in high goodspirits. As for me, the change of weather came too late; I had lain in the mireso long that (as the Bible has it) my very clothes “abhorred me.” I was deadweary, deadly sick and full of pains and shiverings; the chill of the wind wentthrough me, and the sound of it confused my ears. In this poor state I had tobear from my companion something in the nature of a persecution. He spoke agood deal, and never without a taunt. “Whig” was the best name he had to giveme. “Here,” he would say, “here’s a dub for ye to jump, my Whiggie! I kenyou’re a fine jumper!” And so on; all the time with a gibing voice and face.

I knew it was my own doing, and no one else’s; but I was too miserable torepent. I felt I could drag myself but little farther; pretty soon, I must liedown and die on these wet mountains like a sheep or a fox, and my bones mustwhiten there like the bones of a beast. My head was light perhaps; but I beganto love the prospect, I began to glory in the thought of such a death, alone inthe desert, with the wild eagles besieging my last moments. Alan would repentthen, I thought; he would remember, when I was dead, how much he owed me, andthe remembrance would be torture. So I went like a sick, silly, and bad-heartedschoolboy, feeding my anger against a fellow-man, when I would have been betteron my knees, crying on God for mercy. And at each of Alan’s taunts, I huggedmyself. “Ah!” thinks I to myself, “I have a better taunt in readiness; when Ilie down and die, you will feel it like a buffet in your face; ah, what arevenge! ah, how you will regret your ingratitude and cruelty!”

All the while, I was growing worse and worse. Once I had fallen, my leg simplydoubling under me, and this had struck Alan for the moment; but I was afoot sobriskly, and set off again with such a natural manner, that he soon forgot theincident. Flushes of heat went over me, and then spasms of shuddering. Thestitch in my side was hardly bearable. At last I began to feel that I couldtrail myself no farther: and with that, there came on me all at once the wishto have it out with Alan, let my anger blaze, and be done with my life in amore sudden manner. He had just called me “Whig.” I stopped.

“Mr. Stewart,” said I, in a voice that quivered like a fiddle-string, “you areolder than I am, and should know your manners. Do you think it either very wiseor very witty to cast my politics in my teeth? I thought, where folk differed,it was the part of gentlemen to differ civilly; and if I did not, I may tellyou I could find a better taunt than some of yours.”

Alan had stopped opposite to me, his hat cocked, his hands in his breechespockets, his head a little on one side. He listened, smiling evilly, as I couldsee by the starlight; and when I had done he began to whistle a Jacobite air.It was the air made in mockery of General Cope’s defeat at Preston Pans:

“Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye waukin’ yet?
And are your drums a-beatin’ yet?”

And it came in my mind that Alan, on the day of that battle, had been engagedupon the royal side.

“Why do ye take that air, Mr. Stewart?” said I. “Is that to remind me you havebeen beaten on both sides?”

The air stopped on Alan’s lips. “David!” said he.

“But it’s time these manners ceased,” I continued; “and I mean you shallhenceforth speak civilly of my King and my good friends the Campbells.”

“I am a Stewart—” began Alan.

“O!” says I, “I ken ye bear a king’s name. But you are to remember, since Ihave been in the Highlands, I have seen a good many of those that bear it; andthe best I can say of them is this, that they would be none the worse ofwashing.”

“Do you know that you insult me?” said Alan, very low.

“I am sorry for that,” said I, “for I am not done; and if you distaste thesermon, I doubt the pirliecue^[29]will please you as little. You have been chased in the field by the grown menof my party; it seems a poor kind of pleasure to out-face a boy. Both theCampbells and the Whigs have beaten you; you have run before them like a hare.It behoves you to speak of them as of your betters.”

[29]A second sermon.

Alan stood quite still, the tails of his great-coat clapping behind him in thewind.

“This is a pity,” he said at last. “There are things said that cannot be passedover.”

“I never asked you to,” said I. “I am as ready as yourself.”

“Ready?” said he.

“Ready,” I repeated. “I am no blower and boaster like some that I could name.Come on!” And drawing my sword, I fell on guard as Alan himself had taught me.

“David!” he cried. “Are ye daft? I cannae draw upon ye, David. It’s fairmurder.”

“That was your look-out when you insulted me,” said I.

“It’s the truth!” cried Alan, and he stood for a moment, wringing his mouth inhis hand like a man in sore perplexity. “It’s the bare truth,” he said, anddrew his sword. But before I could touch his blade with mine, he had thrown itfrom him and fallen to the ground. “Na, na,” he kept saying, “na, na—I cannae,I cannae.”

At this the last of my anger oozed all out of me; and I found myself only sick,and sorry, and blank, and wondering at myself. I would have given the world totake back what I had said; but a word once spoken, who can recapture it? Iminded me of all Alan’s kindness and courage in the past, how he had helped andcheered and borne with me in our evil days; and then recalled my own insults,and saw that I had lost for ever that doughty friend. At the same time, thesickness that hung upon me seemed to redouble, and the pang in my side was likea sword for sharpness. I thought I must have swooned where I stood.

This it was that gave me a thought. No apology could blot out what I had said;it was needless to think of one, none could cover the offence; but where anapology was vain, a mere cry for help might bring Alan back to my side. I putmy pride away from me. “Alan!” I said; “if ye cannae help me, I must just diehere.”

He started up sitting, and looked at me.

“It’s true,” said I. “I’m by with it. O, let me get into the bield of ahouse—I’ll can die there easier.” I had no need to pretend; whether I chose ornot, I spoke in a weeping voice that would have melted a heart of stone.

“Can ye walk?” asked Alan.

“No,” said I, “not without help. This last hour my legs have been faintingunder me; I’ve a stitch in my side like a red-hot iron; I cannae breathe right.If I die, ye’ll can forgive me, Alan? In my heart, I liked ye fine—even when Iwas the angriest.”

“Wheesht, wheesht!” cried Alan. “Dinna say that! David man, ye ken—” He shuthis mouth upon a sob. “Let me get my arm about ye,” he continued; “that’s theway! Now lean upon me hard. Gude kens where there’s a house! We’re inBalwhidder, too; there should be no want of houses, no, nor friends’ houseshere. Do ye gang easier so, Davie?”

“Ay,” said I, “I can be doing this way;” and I pressed his arm with my hand.

Again he came near sobbing. “Davie,” said he, “I’m no a right man at all; Ihave neither sense nor kindness; I could nae remember ye were just a bairn, Icouldnae see ye were dying on your feet; Davie, ye’ll have to try and forgiveme.”

“O man, let’s say no more about it!” said I. “We’re neither one of us to mendthe other—that’s the truth! We must just bear and forbear, man Alan. O, but mystitch is sore! Is there nae house?”

“I’ll find a house to ye, David,” he said, stoutly. “We’ll follow down theburn, where there’s bound to be houses. My poor man, will ye no be better on myback?”

“O, Alan,” says I, “and me a good twelve inches taller?”

“Ye’re no such a thing,” cried Alan, with a start. “There may be a triflingmatter of an inch or two; I’m no saying I’m just exactly what ye would call atall man, whatever; and I dare say,” he added, his voice tailing off in alaughable manner, “now when I come to think of it, I dare say ye’ll be justabout right. Ay, it’ll be a foot, or near hand; or may be even mair!”

It was sweet and laughable to hear Alan eat his words up in the fear of somefresh quarrel. I could have laughed, had not my stitch caught me so hard; butif I had laughed, I think I must have wept too.

“Alan,” cried I, “what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such athankless fellow?”

“‘Deed, and I don’t know” said Alan. “For just precisely what I thought I likedabout ye, was that ye never quarrelled:—and now I like ye better!”

CHAPTER XXV
IN BALQUHIDDER

t the door of the first house we came to, Alan knocked, which was of no verysafe enterprise in such a part of the Highlands as the Braes of Balquhidder. Nogreat clan held rule there; it was filled and disputed by small septs, andbroken remnants, and what they call “chiefless folk,” driven into the wildcountry about the springs of Forth and Teith by the advance of the Campbells.Here were Stewarts and Maclarens, which came to the same thing, for theMaclarens followed Alan’s chief in war, and made but one clan with Appin. Here,too, were many of that old, proscribed, nameless, red-handed clan of theMacgregors. They had always been ill-considered, and now worse than ever,having credit with no side or party in the whole country of Scotland. Theirchief, Macgregor of Macgregor, was in exile; the more immediate leader of thatpart of them about Balquhidder, James More, Rob Roy’s eldest son, lay waitinghis trial in Edinburgh Castle; they were in ill-blood with Highlander andLowlander, with the Grahames, the Maclarens, and the Stewarts; and Alan, whotook up the quarrel of any friend, however distant, was extremely wishful toavoid them.

Chance served us very well; for it was a household of Maclarens that we found,where Alan was not only welcome for his name’s sake but known by reputation.Here then I was got to bed without delay, and a doctor fetched, who found me ina sorry plight. But whether because he was a very good doctor, or I a veryyoung, strong man, I lay bedridden for no more than a week, and before a monthI was able to take the road again with a good heart.

All this time Alan would not leave me though I often pressed him, and indeedhis foolhardiness in staying was a common subject of outcry with the two orthree friends that were let into the secret. He hid by day in a hole of thebraes under a little wood; and at night, when the coast was clear, would comeinto the house to visit me. I need not say if I was pleased to see him; Mrs.Maclaren, our hostess, thought nothing good enough for such a guest; and asDuncan Dhu (which was the name of our host) had a pair of pipes in his house,and was much of a lover of music, this time of my recovery was quite afestival, and we commonly turned night into day.

The soldiers let us be; although once a party of two companies and somedragoons went by in the bottom of the valley, where I could see them throughthe window as I lay in bed. What was much more astonishing, no magistrate camenear me, and there was no question put of whence I came or whither I was going;and in that time of excitement, I was as free of all inquiry as though I hadlain in a desert. Yet my presence was known before I left to all the people inBalquhidder and the adjacent parts; many coming about the house on visits andthese (after the custom of the country) spreading the news among theirneighbours. The bills, too, had now been printed. There was one pinned near thefoot of my bed, where I could read my own not very flattering portrait and, inlarger characters, the amount of the blood money that had been set upon mylife. Duncan Dhu and the rest that knew that I had come there in Alan’scompany, could have entertained no doubt of who I was; and many others musthave had their guess. For though I had changed my clothes, I could not changemy age or person; and Lowland boys of eighteen were not so rife in these partsof the world, and above all about that time, that they could fail to put onething with another, and connect me with the bill. So it was, at least. Otherfolk keep a secret among two or three near friends, and somehow it leaks out;but among these clansmen, it is told to a whole countryside, and they will keepit for a century.

There was but one thing happened worth narrating; and that is the visit I hadof Robin Oig, one of the sons of the notorious Rob Roy. He was sought upon allsides on a charge of carrying a young woman from Balfron and marrying her (aswas alleged) by force; yet he stepped about Balquhidder like a gentleman in hisown walled policy. It was he who had shot James Maclaren at the plough stilts,a quarrel never satisfied; yet he walked into the house of his blood enemies asa rider^[30]might into a publicinn.

[30]Commercial traveller.

Duncan had time to pass me word of who it was; and we looked at one another inconcern. You should understand, it was then close upon the time of Alan’scoming; the two were little likely to agree; and yet if we sent word or soughtto make a signal, it was sure to arouse suspicion in a man under so dark acloud as the Macgregor.

He came in with a great show of civility, but like a man among inferiors; tookoff his bonnet to Mrs. Maclaren, but clapped it on his head again to speak toDuncan; and having thus set himself (as he would have thought) in a properlight, came to my bedside and bowed.

“I am given to know, sir,” says he, “that your name is Balfour.”

“They call me David Balfour,” said I, “at your service.”

“I would give ye my name in return, sir,” he replied, “but it’s one somewhatblown upon of late days; and it’ll perhaps suffice if I tell ye that I am ownbrother to James More Drummond or Macgregor, of whom ye will scarce have failedto hear.”

“No, sir,” said I, a little alarmed; “nor yet of your father,Macgregor-Campbell.” And I sat up and bowed in bed; for I thought best tocompliment him, in case he was proud of having had an outlaw to his father.

He bowed in return. “But what I am come to say, sir,” he went on, “is this. Inthe year ‘45, my brother raised a part of the ‘Gregara’ and marched sixcompanies to strike a stroke for the good side; and the surgeon that marchedwith our clan and cured my brother’s leg when it was broken in the brush atPreston Pans, was a gentleman of the same name precisely as yourself. He wasbrother to Balfour of Baith; and if you are in any reasonable degree ofnearness one of that gentleman’s kin, I have come to put myself and my peopleat your command.”

You are to remember that I knew no more of my descent than any cadger’s dog; myuncle, to be sure, had prated of some of our high connections, but nothing tothe present purpose; and there was nothing left me but that bitter disgrace ofowning that I could not tell.

Robin told me shortly he was sorry he had put himself about, turned his backupon me without a sign of salutation, and as he went towards the door, I couldhear him telling Duncan that I was “only some kinless loon that didn’t know hisown father.” Angry as I was at these words, and ashamed of my own ignorance, Icould scarce keep from smiling that a man who was under the lash of the law(and was indeed hanged some three years later) should be so nice as to thedescent of his acquaintances.

Just in the door, he met Alan coming in; and the two drew back and looked ateach other like strange dogs. They were neither of them big men, but theyseemed fairly to swell out with pride. Each wore a sword, and by a movement ofhis haunch, thrust clear the hilt of it, so that it might be the more readilygrasped and the blade drawn.

“Mr. Stewart, I am thinking,” says Robin.

“Troth, Mr. Macgregor, it’s not a name to be ashamed of,” answered Alan.

“I did not know ye were in my country, sir,” says Robin.

“It sticks in my mind that I am in the country of my friends the Maclarens,”says Alan.

“That’s a kittle point,” returned the other. “There may be two words to say tothat. But I think I will have heard that you are a man of your sword?”

“Unless ye were born deaf, Mr. Macgregor, ye will have heard a good deal morethan that,” says Alan. “I am not the only man that can draw steel in Appin; andwhen my kinsman and captain, Ardshiel, had a talk with a gentleman of yourname, not so many years back, I could never hear that the Macgregor had thebest of it.”

“Do ye mean my father, sir?” says Robin.

“Well, I wouldnae wonder,” said Alan. “The gentleman I have in my mind had theill-taste to clap Campbell to his name.”

“My father was an old man,” returned Robin.

“The match was unequal. You and me would make a better pair, sir.”

“I was thinking that,” said Alan.

I was half out of bed, and Duncan had been hanging at the elbow of thesefighting cocks, ready to intervene upon the least occasion. But when that wordwas uttered, it was a case of now or never; and Duncan, with something of awhite face to be sure, thrust himself between.

“Gentlemen,” said he, “I will have been thinking of a very different matter,whateffer. Here are my pipes, and here are you two gentlemen who are baithacclaimed pipers. It’s an auld dispute which one of ye’s the best. Here will bea braw chance to settle it.”

“Why, sir,” said Alan, still addressing Robin, from whom indeed he had not somuch as shifted his eyes, nor yet Robin from him, “why, sir,” says Alan, “Ithink I will have heard some sough^[31]of the sort. Have ye music, as folk say? Areye a bit of a piper?”

[31]Rumour.

“I can pipe like a Macrimmon!” cries Robin.

“And that is a very bold word,” quoth Alan.

“I have made bolder words good before now,” returned Robin, “and that againstbetter adversaries.”

“It is easy to try that,” says Alan.

Duncan Dhu made haste to bring out the pair of pipes that was his principalpossession, and to set before his guests a mutton-ham and a bottle of thatdrink which they call Athole brose, and which is made of old whiskey, strainedhoney and sweet cream, slowly beaten together in the right order andproportion. The two enemies were still on the very breach of a quarrel; butdown they sat, one upon each side of the peat fire, with a mighty show ofpoliteness. Maclaren pressed them to taste his mutton-ham and “the wife’sbrose,” reminding them the wife was out of Athole and had a name far and widefor her skill in that confection. But Robin put aside these hospitalities asbad for the breath.

“I would have ye to remark, sir,” said Alan, “that I havenae broken bread fornear upon ten hours, which will be worse for the breath than any brose inScotland.”

“I will take no advantages, Mr. Stewart,” replied Robin. “Eat and drink; I’llfollow you.”

Each ate a small portion of the ham and drank a glass of the brose to Mrs.Maclaren; and then after a great number of civilities, Robin took the pipes andplayed a little spring in a very ranting manner.

“Ay, ye can blow” said Alan; and taking the instrument from his rival, he firstplayed the same spring in a manner identical with Robin’s; and then wanderedinto variations, which, as he went on, he decorated with a perfect flight ofgrace-notes, such as pipers love, and call the “warblers.”

I had been pleased with Robin’s playing, Alan’s ravished me.

“That’s no very bad, Mr. Stewart,” said the rival, “but ye show a poor devicein your warblers.”

“Me!” cried Alan, the blood starting to his face. “I give ye the lie.”

“Do ye own yourself beaten at the pipes, then,” said Robin, “that ye seek tochange them for the sword?”

“And that’s very well said, Mr. Macgregor,” returned Alan; “and in themeantime” (laying a strong accent on the word) “I take back the lie. I appealto Duncan.”

“Indeed, ye need appeal to naebody,” said Robin. “Ye’re a far better judge thanany Maclaren in Balquhidder: for it’s a God’s truth that you’re a verycreditable piper for a Stewart. Hand me the pipes.” Alan did as he asked; andRobin proceeded to imitate and correct some part of Alan’s variations, which itseemed that he remembered perfectly.

“Ay, ye have music,” said Alan, gloomily.

“And now be the judge yourself, Mr. Stewart,” said Robin; and taking up thevariations from the beginning, he worked them throughout to so new a purpose,with such ingenuity and sentiment, and with so odd a fancy and so quick a knackin the grace-notes, that I was amazed to hear him.

As for Alan, his face grew dark and hot, and he sat and gnawed his fingers,like a man under some deep affront. “Enough!” he cried. “Ye can blow thepipes—make the most of that.” And he made as if to rise.

But Robin only held out his hand as if to ask for silence, and struck into theslow measure of a pibroch. It was a fine piece of music in itself, and noblyplayed; but it seems, besides, it was a piece peculiar to the Appin Stewartsand a chief favourite with Alan. The first notes were scarce out, before therecame a change in his face; when the time quickened, he seemed to grow restlessin his seat; and long before that piece was at an end, the last signs of hisanger died from him, and he had no thought but for the music.

“Robin Oig,” he said, when it was done, “ye are a great piper. I am not fit toblow in the same kingdom with ye. Body of me! ye have mair music in yoursporran than I have in my head! And though it still sticks in my mind that Icould maybe show ye another of it with the cold steel, I warn yebeforehand—it’ll no be fair! It would go against my heart to haggle a man thatcan blow the pipes as you can!”

Thereupon that quarrel was made up; all night long the brose was going and thepipes changing hands; and the day had come pretty bright, and the three menwere none the better for what they had been taking, before Robin as much asthought upon the road.

CHAPTER XXVI
END OF THE FLIGHT: WE PASS THE FORTH

he month, as I have said, was not yet out, but it was already far throughAugust, and beautiful warm weather, with every sign of an early and greatharvest, when I was pronounced able for my journey. Our money was now run to solow an ebb that we must think first of all on speed; for if we came not soon toMr. Rankeillor’s, or if when we came there he should fail to help me, we mustsurely starve. In Alan’s view, besides, the hunt must have now greatlyslackened; and the line of the Forth and even Stirling Bridge, which is themain pass over that river, would be watched with little interest.

“It’s a chief principle in military affairs,” said he, “to go where ye areleast expected. Forth is our trouble; ye ken the saying, ‘Forth bridles thewild Hielandman.’ Well, if we seek to creep round about the head of that riverand come down by Kippen or Balfron, it’s just precisely there that they’ll belooking to lay hands on us. But if we stave on straight to the auld Brig ofStirling, I’ll lay my sword they let us pass unchallenged.”

The first night, accordingly, we pushed to the house of a Maclaren inStrathire, a friend of Duncan’s, where we slept the twenty-first of the month,and whence we set forth again about the fall of night to make another easystage. The twenty-second we lay in a heather bush on the hillside in Uam Var,within view of a herd of deer, the happiest ten hours of sleep in a fine,breathing sunshine and on bone-dry ground, that I have ever tasted. That nightwe struck Allan Water, and followed it down; and coming to the edge of thehills saw the whole Carse of Stirling underfoot, as flat as a pancake, with thetown and castle on a hill in the midst of it, and the moon shining on the Linksof Forth.

“Now,” said Alan, “I kenna if ye care, but ye’re in your own land again. Wepassed the Hieland Line in the first hour; and now if we could but pass yoncrooked water, we might cast our bonnets in the air.”

In Allan Water, near by where it falls into the Forth, we found a little sandyislet, overgrown with burdock, butterbur and the like low plants, that wouldjust cover us if we lay flat. Here it was we made our camp, within plain viewof Stirling Castle, whence we could hear the drums beat as some part of thegarrison paraded. Shearers worked all day in a field on one side of the river,and we could hear the stones going on the hooks and the voices and even thewords of the men talking. It behoved to lie close and keep silent. But the sandof the little isle was sun-warm, the green plants gave us shelter for ourheads, we had food and drink in plenty; and to crown all, we were within sightof safety.

As soon as the shearers quit their work and the dusk began to fall, we wadedashore and struck for the Bridge of Stirling, keeping to the fields and underthe field fences.

The bridge is close under the castle hill, an old, high, narrow bridge withpinnacles along the parapet; and you may conceive with how much interest Ilooked upon it, not only as a place famous in history, but as the very doors ofsalvation to Alan and myself. The moon was not yet up when we came there; a fewlights shone along the front of the fortress, and lower down a few lightedwindows in the town; but it was all mighty still, and there seemed to be noguard upon the passage.

I was for pushing straight across; but Alan was more wary.

“It looks unco’ quiet,” said he; “but for all that we’ll lie down here cannilybehind a dyke, and make sure.”

So we lay for about a quarter of an hour, whiles whispering, whiles lying stilland hearing nothing earthly but the washing of the water on the piers. At lastthere came by an old, hobbling woman with a crutch stick; who first stopped alittle, close to where we lay, and bemoaned herself and the long way she hadtravelled; and then set forth again up the steep spring of the bridge. Thewoman was so little, and the night still so dark, that we soon lost sight ofher; only heard the sound of her steps, and her stick, and a cough that she hadby fits, draw slowly farther away.

“She’s bound to be across now,” I whispered.

“Na,” said Alan, “her foot still sounds boss^[32]upon the bridge.”

[32]Hollow.

And just then—“Who goes?” cried a voice, and we heard the butt of a musketrattle on the stones. I must suppose the sentry had been sleeping, so that hadwe tried, we might have passed unseen; but he was awake now, and the chanceforfeited.

“This’ll never do,” said Alan. “This’ll never, never do for us, David.”

And without another word, he began to crawl away through the fields; and alittle after, being well out of eye-shot, got to his feet again, and struckalong a road that led to the eastward. I could not conceive what he was doing;and indeed I was so sharply cut by the disappointment, that I was little likelyto be pleased with anything. A moment back and I had seen myself knocking atMr. Rankeillor’s door to claim my inheritance, like a hero in a ballad; andhere was I back again, a wandering, hunted blackguard, on the wrong side ofForth.

“Well?” said I.

“Well,” said Alan, “what would ye have? They’re none such fools as I took themfor. We have still the Forth to pass, Davie—weary fall the rains that fed andthe hillsides that guided it!”

“And why go east?” said I.

“Ou, just upon the chance!” said he. “If we cannae pass the river, we’ll haveto see what we can do for the firth.”

“There are fords upon the river, and none upon the firth,” said I.

“To be sure there are fords, and a bridge forbye,” quoth Alan; “and of whatservice, when they are watched?”

“Well,” said I, “but a river can be swum.”

“By them that have the skill of it,” returned he; “but I have yet to hear thateither you or me is much of a hand at that exercise; and for my own part, Iswim like a stone.”

“I’m not up to you in talking back, Alan,” I said; “but I can see we’re makingbad worse. If it’s hard to pass a river, it stands to reason it must be worseto pass a sea.”

“But there’s such a thing as a boat,” says Alan, “or I’m the more deceived.”

“Ay, and such a thing as money,” says I. “But for us that have neither one norother, they might just as well not have been invented.”

“Ye think so?” said Alan.

“I do that,” said I.

“David,” says he, “ye’re a man of small invention and less faith. But let meset my wits upon the hone, and if I cannae beg, borrow, nor yet steal a boat,I’ll make one!”

“I think I see ye!” said I. “And what’s more than all that: if ye pass abridge, it can tell no tales; but if we pass the firth, there’s the boat on thewrong side—somebody must have brought it—the country-side will all be in abizz—-”

“Man!” cried Alan, “if I make a boat, I’ll make a body to take it back again!So deave me with no more of your nonsense, but walk (for that’s what you’ve gotto do)—and let Alan think for ye.”

All night, then, we walked through the north side of the Carse under the highline of the Ochil mountains; and by Alloa and Clackmannan and Culross, all ofwhich we avoided: and about ten in the morning, mighty hungry and tired, cameto the little clachan of Limekilns. This is a place that sits near in by thewater-side, and looks across the Hope to the town of the Queensferry. Smokewent up from both of these, and from other villages and farms upon all hands.The fields were being reaped; two ships lay anchored, and boats were coming andgoing on the Hope. It was altogether a right pleasant sight to me; and I couldnot take my fill of gazing at these comfortable, green, cultivated hills andthe busy people both of the field and sea.

For all that, there was Mr. Rankeillor’s house on the south shore, where I hadno doubt wealth awaited me; and here was I upon the north, clad in poor enoughattire of an outlandish fashion, with three silver shillings left to me of allmy fortune, a price set upon my head, and an outlawed man for my sole company.

“O, Alan!” said I, “to think of it! Over there, there’s all that heart couldwant waiting me; and the birds go over, and the boats go over—all that pleasecan go, but just me only! O, man, but it’s a heart-break!”

In Limekilns we entered a small change-house, which we only knew to be a publicby the wand over the door, and bought some bread and cheese from a good-lookinglass that was the servant. This we carried with us in a bundle, meaning to sitand eat it in a bush of wood on the sea-shore, that we saw some third part of amile in front. As we went, I kept looking across the water and sighing tomyself; and though I took no heed of it, Alan had fallen into a muse. At lasthe stopped in the way.

“Did ye take heed of the lass we bought this of?” says he, tapping on the breadand cheese.

“To be sure,” said I, “and a bonny lass she was.”

“Ye thought that?” cries he. “Man, David, that’s good news.”

“In the name of all that’s wonderful, why so?” says I. “What good can that do?”

“Well,” said Alan, with one of his droll looks, “I was rather in hopes it wouldmaybe get us that boat.”

“If it were the other way about, it would be liker it,” said I.

“That’s all that you ken, ye see,” said Alan. “I don’t want the lass to fall inlove with ye, I want her to be sorry for ye, David; to which end there is nomanner of need that she should take you for a beauty. Let me see” (looking mecuriously over). “I wish ye were a wee thing paler; but apart from that ye’lldo fine for my purpose—ye have a fine, hang-dog, rag-and-tatter, clappermaclawkind of a look to ye, as if ye had stolen the coat from a potato-bogle. Come;right about, and back to the change-house for that boat of ours.”

I followed him, laughing.

“David Balfour,” said he, “ye’re a very funny gentleman by your way of it, andthis is a very funny employ for ye, no doubt. For all that, if ye have anyaffection for my neck (to say nothing of your own) ye will perhaps be kindenough to take this matter responsibly. I am going to do a bit of play-acting,the bottom ground of which is just exactly as serious as the gallows for thepair of us. So bear it, if ye please, in mind, and conduct yourself according.”

“Well, well,” said I, “have it as you will.”

As we got near the clachan, he made me take his arm and hang upon it like onealmost helpless with weariness; and by the time he pushed open the change-housedoor, he seemed to be half carrying me. The maid appeared surprised (as wellshe might be) at our speedy return; but Alan had no words to spare for her inexplanation, helped me to a chair, called for a tass of brandy with which hefed me in little sips, and then breaking up the bread and cheese helped me toeat it like a nursery-lass; the whole with that grave, concerned, affectionatecountenance, that might have imposed upon a judge. It was small wonder if themaid were taken with the picture we presented, of a poor, sick, overwrought ladand his most tender comrade. She drew quite near, and stood leaning with herback on the next table.

“What’s like wrong with him?” said she at last.

Alan turned upon her, to my great wonder, with a kind of fury. “Wrong?” crieshe. “He’s walked more hundreds of miles than he has hairs upon his chin, andslept oftener in wet heather than dry sheets. Wrong, quo’ she! Wrong enough, Iwould think! Wrong, indeed!” and he kept grumbling to himself as he fed me,like a man ill-pleased.

“He’s young for the like of that,” said the maid.

“Ower young,” said Alan, with his back to her.

“He would be better riding,” says she.

“And where could I get a horse to him?” cried Alan, turning on her with thesame appearance of fury. “Would ye have me steal?”

I thought this roughness would have sent her off in dudgeon, as indeed itclosed her mouth for the time. But my companion knew very well what he wasdoing; and for as simple as he was in some things of life, had a great fund ofroguishness in such affairs as these.

“Ye neednae tell me,” she said at last—“ye’re gentry.”

“Well,” said Alan, softened a little (I believe against his will) by thisartless comment, “and suppose we were? Did ever you hear that gentrice putmoney in folk’s pockets?”

She sighed at this, as if she were herself some disinherited great lady. “No,”says she, “that’s true indeed.”

I was all this while chafing at the part I played, and sitting tongue-tiedbetween shame and merriment; but somehow at this I could hold in no longer, andbade Alan let me be, for I was better already. My voice stuck in my throat, forI ever hated to take part in lies; but my very embarrassment helped on theplot, for the lass no doubt set down my husky voice to sickness and fatigue.

“Has he nae friends?” said she, in a tearful voice.

“That has he so!” cried Alan, “if we could but win to them!—friends and richfriends, beds to lie in, food to eat, doctors to see to him—and here he musttramp in the dubs and sleep in the heather like a beggarman.”

“And why that?” says the lass.

“My dear,” said Alan, “I cannae very safely say; but I’ll tell ye what I’ll doinstead,” says he, “I’ll whistle ye a bit tune.” And with that he leaned prettyfar over the table, and in a mere breath of a whistle, but with a wonderfulpretty sentiment, gave her a few bars of “Charlie is my darling.”

“Wheesht,” says she, and looked over her shoulder to the door.

“That’s it,” said Alan.

“And him so young!” cries the lass.

“He’s old enough to——” and Alan struck his forefinger on the back part of hisneck, meaning that I was old enough to lose my head.

“It would be a black shame,” she cried, flushing high.

“It’s what will be, though,” said Alan, “unless we manage the better.”

At this the lass turned and ran out of that part of the house, leaving us alonetogether. Alan in high good humour at the furthering of his schemes, and I inbitter dudgeon at being called a Jacobite and treated like a child.

“Alan,” I cried, “I can stand no more of this.”

“Ye’ll have to sit it then, Davie,” said he. “For if ye upset the pot now, yemay scrape your own life out of the fire, but Alan Breck is a dead man.”

This was so true that I could only groan; and even my groan served Alan’spurpose, for it was overheard by the lass as she came flying in again with adish of white puddings and a bottle of strong ale.

“Poor lamb!” says she, and had no sooner set the meat before us, than shetouched me on the shoulder with a little friendly touch, as much as to bid mecheer up. Then she told us to fall to, and there would be no more to pay; forthe inn was her own, or at least her father’s, and he was gone for the day toPittencrieff. We waited for no second bidding, for bread and cheese is but coldcomfort and the puddings smelt excellently well; and while we sat and ate, shetook up that same place by the next table, looking on, and thinking, andfrowning to herself, and drawing the string of her apron through her hand.

“I’m thinking ye have rather a long tongue,” she said at last to Alan.

“Ay” said Alan; “but ye see I ken the folk I speak to.”

“I would never betray ye,” said she, “if ye mean that.”

“No,” said he, “ye’re not that kind. But I’ll tell ye what ye would do, yewould help.”

“I couldnae,” said she, shaking her head. “Na, I couldnae.”

“No,” said he, “but if ye could?”

She answered him nothing.

“Look here, my lass,” said Alan, “there are boats in the Kingdom of Fife, for Isaw two (no less) upon the beach, as I came in by your town’s end. Now if wecould have the use of a boat to pass under cloud of night into Lothian, andsome secret, decent kind of a man to bring that boat back again and keep hiscounsel, there would be two souls saved—mine to all likelihood—his to a deadsurety. If we lack that boat, we have but three shillings left in this wideworld; and where to go, and how to do, and what other place there is for usexcept the chains of a gibbet—I give you my naked word, I kenna! Shall we gowanting, lassie? Are ye to lie in your warm bed and think upon us, when thewind gowls in the chimney and the rain tirls on the roof? Are ye to eat yourmeat by the cheeks of a red fire, and think upon this poor sick lad of mine,biting his finger ends on a blae muir for cauld and hunger? Sick or sound, hemust aye be moving; with the death grapple at his throat he must aye betrailing in the rain on the lang roads; and when he gants his last on a rickleof cauld stanes, there will be nae friends near him but only me and God.”

At this appeal, I could see the lass was in great trouble of mind, beingtempted to help us, and yet in some fear she might be helping malefactors; andso now I determined to step in myself and to allay her scruples with a portionof the truth.

“Did ever you hear,” said I, “of Mr. Rankeillor of the Ferry?”

“Rankeillor the writer?” said she. “I daur say that!”

“Well,” said I, “it’s to his door that I am bound, so you may judge by that ifI am an ill-doer; and I will tell you more, that though I am indeed, by adreadful error, in some peril of my life, King George has no truer friend inall Scotland than myself.”

Her face cleared up mightily at this, although Alan’s darkened.

“That’s more than I would ask,” said she. “Mr. Rankeillor is a kennt man.” Andshe bade us finish our meat, get clear of the clachan as soon as might be, andlie close in the bit wood on the sea-beach. “And ye can trust me,” says she,“I’ll find some means to put you over.”

At this we waited for no more, but shook hands with her upon the bargain, madeshort work of the puddings, and set forth again from Limekilns as far as to thewood. It was a small piece of perhaps a score of elders and hawthorns and a fewyoung ashes, not thick enough to veil us from passersby upon the road or beach.Here we must lie, however, making the best of the brave warm weather and thegood hopes we now had of a deliverance, and planing more particularly whatremained for us to do.

We had but one trouble all day; when a strolling piper came and sat in the samewood with us; a red-nosed, bleareyed, drunken dog, with a great bottle ofwhisky in his pocket, and a long story of wrongs that had been done him by allsorts of persons, from the Lord President of the Court of Session, who haddenied him justice, down to the Bailies of Inverkeithing who had given him moreof it than he desired. It was impossible but he should conceive some suspicionof two men lying all day concealed in a thicket and having no business toallege. As long as he stayed there he kept us in hot water with pryingquestions; and after he was gone, as he was a man not very likely to hold histongue, we were in the greater impatience to be gone ourselves.

The day came to an end with the same brightness; the night fell quiet andclear; lights came out in houses and hamlets and then, one after another, beganto be put out; but it was past eleven, and we were long since strangelytortured with anxieties, before we heard the grinding of oars upon therowing-pins. At that, we looked out and saw the lass herself coming rowing tous in a boat. She had trusted no one with our affairs, not even her sweetheart,if she had one; but as soon as her father was asleep, had left the house by awindow, stolen a neighbour’s boat, and come to our assistance single-handed.

I was abashed how to find expression for my thanks; but she was no less abashedat the thought of hearing them; begged us to lose no time and to hold ourpeace, saying (very properly) that the heart of our matter was in haste andsilence; and so, what with one thing and another, she had set us on the Lothianshore not far from Carriden, had shaken hands with us, and was out again at seaand rowing for Limekilns, before there was one word said either of her serviceor our gratitude.

Even after she was gone, we had nothing to say, as indeed nothing was enoughfor such a kindness. Only Alan stood a great while upon the shore shaking hishead.

“It is a very fine lass,” he said at last. “David, it is a very fine lass.” Anda matter of an hour later, as we were lying in a den on the sea-shore and I hadbeen already dozing, he broke out again in commendations of her character. Formy part, I could say nothing, she was so simple a creature that my heart smoteme both with remorse and fear: remorse because we had traded upon herignorance; and fear lest we should have anyway involved her in the dangers ofour situation.

CHAPTER XXVII
I COME TO MR. RANKEILLOR

he next day it was agreed that Alan should fend for himself till sunset; but assoon as it began to grow dark, he should lie in the fields by the roadside nearto Newhalls, and stir for naught until he heard me whistling. At first Iproposed I should give him for a signal the “Bonnie House of Airlie,” which wasa favourite of mine; but he objected that as the piece was very commonly known,any ploughman might whistle it by accident; and taught me instead a littlefragment of a Highland air, which has run in my head from that day to this, andwill likely run in my head when I lie dying. Every time it comes to me, ittakes me off to that last day of my uncertainty, with Alan sitting up in thebottom of the den, whistling and beating the measure with a finger, and thegrey of the dawn coming on his face.

I was in the long street of Queensferry before the sun was up. It was a fairlybuilt burgh, the houses of good stone, many slated; the town-hall not so fine,I thought, as that of Peebles, nor yet the street so noble; but take italtogether, it put me to shame for my foul tatters.

As the morning went on, and the fires began to be kindled, and the windows toopen, and the people to appear out of the houses, my concern and despondencygrew ever the blacker. I saw now that I had no grounds to stand upon; and noclear proof of my rights, nor so much as of my own identity. If it was all abubble, I was indeed sorely cheated and left in a sore pass. Even if thingswere as I conceived, it would in all likelihood take time to establish mycontentions; and what time had I to spare with less than three shillings in mypocket, and a condemned, hunted man upon my hands to ship out of the country?Truly, if my hope broke with me, it might come to the gallows yet for both ofus. And as I continued to walk up and down, and saw people looking askance atme upon the street or out of windows, and nudging or speaking one to anotherwith smiles, I began to take a fresh apprehension: that it might be no easymatter even to come to speech of the lawyer, far less to convince him of mystory.

For the life of me I could not muster up the courage to address any of thesereputable burghers; I thought shame even to speak with them in such a pickle ofrags and dirt; and if I had asked for the house of such a man as Mr.Rankeillor, I suppose they would have burst out laughing in my face. So I wentup and down, and through the street, and down to the harbour-side, like a dogthat has lost its master, with a strange gnawing in my inwards, and every nowand then a movement of despair. It grew to be high day at last, perhaps nine inthe forenoon; and I was worn with these wanderings, and chanced to have stoppedin front of a very good house on the landward side, a house with beautiful,clear glass windows, flowering knots upon the sills, the walls new-harled^[33]and a chase-dog sitting yawningon the step like one that was at home. Well, I was even envying this dumbbrute, when the door fell open and there issued forth a shrewd, ruddy, kindly,consequential man in a well-powdered wig and spectacles. I was in such a plightthat no one set eyes on me once, but he looked at me again; and this gentleman,as it proved, was so much struck with my poor appearance that he came straightup to me and asked me what I did.

[33]Newly rough-cast.

I told him I was come to the Queensferry on business, and taking heart ofgrace, asked him to direct me to the house of Mr. Rankeillor.

“Why,” said he, “that is his house that I have just come out of; and for arather singular chance, I am that very man.”

“Then, sir,” said I, “I have to beg the favour of an interview.”

“I do not know your name,” said he, “nor yet your face.”

“My name is David Balfour,” said I.

“David Balfour?” he repeated, in rather a high tone, like one surprised. “Andwhere have you come from, Mr. David Balfour?” he asked, looking me pretty drilyin the face.

“I have come from a great many strange places, sir,” said I; “but I think itwould be as well to tell you where and how in a more private manner.”

He seemed to muse awhile, holding his lip in his hand, and looking now at meand now upon the causeway of the street.

“Yes,” says he, “that will be the best, no doubt.” And he led me back with himinto his house, cried out to some one whom I could not see that he would beengaged all morning, and brought me into a little dusty chamber full of booksand documents. Here he sate down, and bade me be seated; though I thought helooked a little ruefully from his clean chair to my muddy rags. “And now,” sayshe, “if you have any business, pray be brief and come swiftly to the point.Nec gemino bellum Trojanum orditur ab ovo—do you understand that?” sayshe, with a keen look.

“I will even do as Horace says, sir,” I answered, smiling, “and carry you inmedias res.” He nodded as if he was well pleased, and indeed his scrap ofLatin had been set to test me. For all that, and though I was somewhatencouraged, the blood came in my face when I added: “I have reason to believemyself some rights on the estate of Shaws.”

He got a paper book out of a drawer and set it before him open. “Well?” saidhe.

But I had shot my bolt and sat speechless.

“Come, come, Mr. Balfour,” said he, “you must continue. Where were you born?”

“In Essendean, sir,” said I, “the year 1733, the 12th of March.”

He seemed to follow this statement in his paper book; but what that meant Iknew not. “Your father and mother?” said he.

“My father was Alexander Balfour, schoolmaster of that place,” said I, “and mymother Grace Pitarrow; I think her people were from Angus.”

“Have you any papers proving your identity?” asked Mr. Rankeillor.

“No, sir,” said I, “but they are in the hands of Mr. Campbell, the minister,and could be readily produced. Mr. Campbell, too, would give me his word; andfor that matter, I do not think my uncle would deny me.”

“Meaning Mr. Ebenezer Balfour?” says he.

“The same,” said I.

“Whom you have seen?” he asked.

“By whom I was received into his own house,” I answered.

“Did you ever meet a man of the name of Hoseason?” asked Mr. Rankeillor.

“I did so, sir, for my sins,” said I; “for it was by his means and theprocurement of my uncle, that I was kidnapped within sight of this town,carried to sea, suffered shipwreck and a hundred other hardships, and standbefore you to-day in this poor accoutrement.”

“You say you were shipwrecked,” said Rankeillor; “where was that?”

“Off the south end of the Isle of Mull,” said I. “The name of the isle on whichI was cast up is the Island Earraid.”

“Ah!” says he, smiling, “you are deeper than me in the geography. But so far, Imay tell you, this agrees pretty exactly with other informations that I hold.But you say you were kidnapped; in what sense?”

“In the plain meaning of the word, sir,” said I. “I was on my way to yourhouse, when I was trepanned on board the brig, cruelly struck down, thrownbelow, and knew no more of anything till we were far at sea. I was destined forthe plantations; a fate that, in God’s providence, I have escaped.”

“The brig was lost on June the 27th,” says he, looking in his book, “and we arenow at August the 24th. Here is a considerable hiatus, Mr. Balfour, of nearupon two months. It has already caused a vast amount of trouble to yourfriends; and I own I shall not be very well contented until it is set right.”

“Indeed, sir,” said I, “these months are very easily filled up; but yet beforeI told my story, I would be glad to know that I was talking to a friend.”

“This is to argue in a circle,” said the lawyer. “I cannot be convinced till Ihave heard you. I cannot be your friend till I am properly informed. If youwere more trustful, it would better befit your time of life. And you know, Mr.Balfour, we have a proverb in the country that evil-doers are ayeevil-dreaders.”

“You are not to forget, sir,” said I, “that I have already suffered by mytrustfulness; and was shipped off to be a slave by the very man that (if Irightly understand) is your employer?”

All this while I had been gaining ground with Mr. Rankeillor, and in proportionas I gained ground, gaining confidence. But at this sally, which I made withsomething of a smile myself, he fairly laughed aloud.

“No, no,” said he, “it is not so bad as that. Fui, non sum. I was indeedyour uncle’s man of business; but while you (imberbis juvenis custoderemoto) were gallivanting in the west, a good deal of water has run underthe bridges; and if your ears did not sing, it was not for lack of being talkedabout. On the very day of your sea disaster, Mr. Campbell stalked into myoffice, demanding you from all the winds. I had never heard of your existence;but I had known your father; and from matters in my competence (to be touchedupon hereafter) I was disposed to fear the worst. Mr. Ebenezer admitted havingseen you; declared (what seemed improbable) that he had given you considerablesums; and that you had started for the continent of Europe, intending to fulfilyour education, which was probable and praiseworthy. Interrogated how you hadcome to send no word to Mr. Campbell, he deponed that you had expressed a greatdesire to break with your past life. Further interrogated where you now were,protested ignorance, but believed you were in Leyden. That is a close sum ofhis replies. I am not exactly sure that any one believed him,” continued Mr.Rankeillor with a smile; “and in particular he so much disrelished meexpressions of mine that (in a word) he showed me to the door. We were then ata full stand; for whatever shrewd suspicions we might entertain, we had noshadow of probation. In the very article, comes Captain Hoseason with the storyof your drowning; whereupon all fell through; with no consequences but concernto Mr. Campbell, injury to my pocket, and another blot upon your uncle’scharacter, which could very ill afford it. And now, Mr. Balfour,” said he, “youunderstand the whole process of these matters, and can judge for yourself towhat extent I may be trusted.”

Indeed he was more pedantic than I can represent him, and placed more scraps ofLatin in his speech; but it was all uttered with a fine geniality of eye andmanner which went far to conquer my distrust. Moreover, I could see he nowtreated me as if I was myself beyond a doubt; so that first point of myidentity seemed fully granted.

“Sir,” said I, “if I tell you my story, I must commit a friend’s life to yourdiscretion. Pass me your word it shall be sacred; and for what touches myself,I will ask no better guarantee than just your face.”

He passed me his word very seriously. “But,” said he, “these are ratheralarming prolocutions; and if there are in your story any little jostles to thelaw, I would beg you to bear in mind that I am a lawyer, and pass lightly.”

Thereupon I told him my story from the first, he listening with his spectaclesthrust up and his eyes closed, so that I sometimes feared he was asleep. But nosuch matter! he heard every word (as I found afterward) with such quickness ofhearing and precision of memory as often surprised me. Even strange outlandishGaelic names, heard for that time only, he remembered and would remind me of,years after. Yet when I called Alan Breck in full, we had an odd scene. Thename of Alan had of course rung through Scotland, with the news of the Appinmurder and the offer of the reward; and it had no sooner escaped me than thelawyer moved in his seat and opened his eyes.

“I would name no unnecessary names, Mr. Balfour,” said he; “above all ofHighlanders, many of whom are obnoxious to the law.”

“Well, it might have been better not,” said I, “but since I have let it slip, Imay as well continue.”

“Not at all,” said Mr. Rankeillor. “I am somewhat dull of hearing, as you mayhave remarked; and I am far from sure I caught the name exactly. We will callyour friend, if you please, Mr. Thomson—that there may be no reflections. Andin future, I would take some such way with any Highlander that you may have tomention—dead or alive.”

By this, I saw he must have heard the name all too clearly, and had alreadyguessed I might be coming to the murder. If he chose to play this part ofignorance, it was no matter of mine; so I smiled, said it was no veryHighland-sounding name, and consented. Through all the rest of my story Alanwas Mr. Thomson; which amused me the more, as it was a piece of policy afterhis own heart. James Stewart, in like manner, was mentioned under the style ofMr. Thomson’s kinsman; Colin Campbell passed as a Mr. Glen; and to Cluny, whenI came to that part of my tale, I gave the name of “Mr. Jameson, a Highlandchief.” It was truly the most open farce, and I wondered that the lawyer shouldcare to keep it up; but, after all, it was quite in the taste of that age, whenthere were two parties in the state, and quiet persons, with no very highopinions of their own, sought out every cranny to avoid offence to either.

“Well, well,” said the lawyer, when I had quite done, “this is a great epic, agreat Odyssey of yours. You must tell it, sir, in a sound Latinity when yourscholarship is riper; or in English if you please, though for my part I preferthe stronger tongue. You have rolled much; quæ regio in terris—whatparish in Scotland (to make a homely translation) has not been filled with yourwanderings? You have shown, besides, a singular aptitude for getting into falsepositions; and, yes, upon the whole, for behaving well in them. This Mr.Thomson seems to me a gentleman of some choice qualities, though perhaps atrifle bloody-minded. It would please me none the worse, if (with all hismerits) he were soused in the North Sea, for the man, Mr. David, is a soreembarrassment. But you are doubtless quite right to adhere to him; indubitably,he adhered to you. It comes—we may say—he was your true companion; norless paribus curis vestigia figit, for I dare say you would both take anorra thought upon the gallows. Well, well, these days are fortunately by; and Ithink (speaking humanly) that you are near the end of your troubles.”

As he thus moralised on my adventures, he looked upon me with so much humourand benignity that I could scarce contain my satisfaction. I had been so longwandering with lawless people, and making my bed upon the hills and under thebare sky, that to sit once more in a clean, covered house, and to talk amicablywith a gentleman in broadcloth, seemed mighty elevations. Even as I thought so,my eye fell on my unseemly tatters, and I was once more plunged in confusion.But the lawyer saw and understood me. He rose, called over the stair to layanother plate, for Mr. Balfour would stay to dinner, and led me into a bedroomin the upper part of the house. Here he set before me water and soap, and acomb; and laid out some clothes that belonged to his son; and here, withanother apposite tag, he left me to my toilet.

CHAPTER XXVIII
I GO IN QUEST OF MY INHERITANCE

aving made what change I could in my appearance; and blithe was I to look inthe glass and find the beggarman a thing of the past, and David Balfour come tolife again. And yet I was ashamed of the change too, and, above all, of theborrowed clothes. When I had done, Mr. Rankeillor caught me on the stair, mademe his compliments, and had me again into the cabinet.

“Sit ye down, Mr. David,” said he, “and now that you are looking a little morelike yourself, let me see if I can find you any news. You will be wondering, nodoubt, about your father and your uncle? To be sure it is a singular tale; andthe explanation is one that I blush to have to offer you. For,” says he, reallywith embarrassment, “the matter hinges on a love affair.”

“Truly,” said I, “I cannot very well join that notion with my uncle.”

“But your uncle, Mr. David, was not always old,” replied the lawyer, “and whatmay perhaps surprise you more, not always ugly. He had a fine, gallant air;people stood in their doors to look after him, as he went by upon a mettlehorse. I have seen it with these eyes, and I ingenuously confess, notaltogether without envy; for I was a plain lad myself and a plain man’s son;and in those days it was a case of Odi te, qui bellus es, Sabelle.”

“It sounds like a dream,” said I.

“Ay, ay,” said the lawyer, “that is how it is with youth and age. Nor was thatall, but he had a spirit of his own that seemed to promise great things in thefuture. In 1715, what must he do but run away to join the rebels? It was yourfather that pursued him, found him in a ditch, and brought him back multumgementem;to the mirth of the whole country. However, majoracanamus—the two lads fell in love, and that with the same lady. Mr.Ebenezer, who was the admired and the beloved, and the spoiled one, made, nodoubt, mighty certain of the victory; and when he found he had deceivedhimself, screamed like a peacock. The whole country heard of it; now he laysick at home, with his silly family standing round the bed in tears; now herode from public-house to public-house, and shouted his sorrows into the lug ofTom, Dick, and Harry. Your father, Mr. David, was a kind gentleman; but he wasweak, dolefully weak; took all this folly with a long countenance; and oneday—by your leave!—resigned the lady. She was no such fool, however; it’s fromher you must inherit your excellent good sense; and she refused to be bandiedfrom one to another. Both got upon their knees to her; and the upshot of thematter for that while was that she showed both of them the door. That was inAugust; dear me! the same year I came from college. The scene must have beenhighly farcical.”

I thought myself it was a silly business, but I could not forget my father hada hand in it. “Surely, sir, it had some note of tragedy,” said I.

“Why, no, sir, not at all,” returned the lawyer. “For tragedy implies someponderable matter in dispute, some dignus vindice nodus;and this pieceof work was all about the petulance of a young ass that had been spoiled, andwanted nothing so much as to be tied up and soundly belted. However, that wasnot your father’s view; and the end of it was, that from concession toconcession on your father’s part, and from one height to another of squalling,sentimental selfishness upon your uncle’s, they came at last to drive a sort ofbargain, from whose ill results you have recently been smarting. The one mantook the lady, the other the estate. Now, Mr. David, they talk a great deal ofcharity and generosity; but in this disputable state of life, I often think thehappiest consequences seem to flow when a gentleman consults his lawyer, andtakes all the law allows him. Anyhow, this piece of Quixotry on your father’spart, as it was unjust in itself, has brought forth a monstrous family ofinjustices. Your father and mother lived and died poor folk; you were poorlyreared; and in the meanwhile, what a time it has been for the tenants on theestate of Shaws! And I might add (if it was a matter I cared much about) what atime for Mr. Ebenezer!”

“And yet that is certainly the strangest part of all,” said I, “that a man’snature should thus change.”

“True,” said Mr. Rankeillor. “And yet I imagine it was natural enough. He couldnot think that he had played a handsome part. Those who knew the story gave himthe cold shoulder; those who knew it not, seeing one brother disappear, and theother succeed in the estate, raised a cry of murder; so that upon all sides hefound himself evited. Money was all he got by his bargain; well, he came tothink the more of money. He was selfish when he was young, he is selfish nowthat he is old; and the latter end of all these pretty manners and finefeelings you have seen for yourself.”

“Well, sir,” said I, “and in all this, what is my position?”

“The estate is yours beyond a doubt,” replied the lawyer. “It matters nothingwhat your father signed, you are the heir of entail. But your uncle is a man tofight the indefensible; and it would be likely your identity that he would callin question. A lawsuit is always expensive, and a family lawsuit alwaysscandalous; besides which, if any of your doings with your friend Mr. Thomsonwere to come out, we might find that we had burned our fingers. The kidnapping,to be sure, would be a court card upon our side, if we could only prove it. Butit may be difficult to prove; and my advice (upon the whole) is to make a veryeasy bargain with your uncle, perhaps even leaving him at Shaws where he hastaken root for a quarter of a century, and contenting yourself in the meanwhilewith a fair provision.”

I told him I was very willing to be easy, and that to carry family concernsbefore the public was a step from which I was naturally much averse. In themeantime (thinking to myself) I began to see the outlines of that scheme onwhich we afterwards acted.

“The great affair,” I asked, “is to bring home to him the kidnapping?”

“Surely,” said Mr. Rankeillor, “and if possible, out of court. For mark youhere, Mr. David: we could no doubt find some men of the Covenantwhowould swear to your reclusion; but once they were in the box, we could nolonger check their testimony, and some word of your friend Mr. Thomson mustcertainly crop out. Which (from what you have let fall) I cannot think to bedesirable.”

“Well, sir,” said I, “here is my way of it.” And I opened my plot to him.

“But this would seem to involve my meeting the man Thomson?” says he, when Ihad done.

“I think so, indeed, sir,” said I.

“Dear doctor!” cries he, rubbing his brow. “Dear doctor! No, Mr. David, I amafraid your scheme is inadmissible. I say nothing against your friend, Mr.Thomson: I know nothing against him; and if I did—mark this, Mr. David!—itwould be my duty to lay hands on him. Now I put it to you: is it wise to meet?He may have matters to his charge. He may not have told you all. His name maynot be even Thomson!” cries the lawyer, twinkling; “for some of these fellowswill pick up names by the roadside as another would gather haws.”

“You must be the judge, sir,” said I.

But it was clear my plan had taken hold upon his fancy, for he kept musing tohimself till we were called to dinner and the company of Mrs. Rankeillor; andthat lady had scarce left us again to ourselves and a bottle of wine, ere hewas back harping on my proposal. When and where was I to meet my friend Mr.Thomson; was I sure of Mr. T.‘s discretion; supposing we could catch the oldfox tripping, would I consent to such and such a term of an agreement—these andthe like questions he kept asking at long intervals, while he thoughtfullyrolled his wine upon his tongue. When I had answered all of them, seemingly tohis contentment, he fell into a still deeper muse, even the claret being nowforgotten. Then he got a sheet of paper and a pencil, and set to work writingand weighing every word; and at last touched a bell and had his clerk into thechamber.

“Torrance,” said he, “I must have this written out fair against to-night; andwhen it is done, you will be so kind as put on your hat and be ready to comealong with this gentleman and me, for you will probably be wanted as awitness.”

“What, sir,” cried I, as soon as the clerk was gone, “are you to venture it?”

“Why, so it would appear,” says he, filling his glass. “But let us speak nomore of business. The very sight of Torrance brings in my head a little drollmatter of some years ago, when I had made a tryst with the poor oaf at thecross of Edinburgh. Each had gone his proper errand; and when it came fouro’clock, Torrance had been taking a glass and did not know his master, and I,who had forgot my spectacles, was so blind without them, that I give you myword I did not know my own clerk.” And thereupon he laughed heartily.

I said it was an odd chance, and smiled out of politeness; but what held me allthe afternoon in wonder, he kept returning and dwelling on this story, andtelling it again with fresh details and laughter; so that I began at last to bequite put out of countenance and feel ashamed for my friend’s folly.

Towards the time I had appointed with Alan, we set out from the house, Mr.Rankeillor and I arm in arm, and Torrance following behind with the deed in hispocket and a covered basket in his hand. All through the town, the lawyer wasbowing right and left, and continually being button-holed by gentlemen onmatters of burgh or private business; and I could see he was one greatly lookedup to in the county. At last we were clear of the houses, and began to go alongthe side of the haven and towards the Hawes Inn and the Ferry pier, the sceneof my misfortune. I could not look upon the place without emotion, recallinghow many that had been there with me that day were now no more: Ransome taken,I could hope, from the evil to come; Shuan passed where I dared not follow him;and the poor souls that had gone down with the brig in her last plunge. Allthese, and the brig herself, I had outlived; and come through these hardshipsand fearful perils without scath. My only thought should have been ofgratitude; and yet I could not behold the place without sorrow for others and achill of recollected fear.

I was so thinking when, upon a sudden, Mr. Rankeillor cried out, clapped hishand to his pockets, and began to laugh.

“Why,” he cries, “if this be not a farcical adventure! After all that I said, Ihave forgot my glasses!”

At that, of course, I understood the purpose of his anecdote, and knew that ifhe had left his spectacles at home, it had been done on purpose, so that hemight have the benefit of Alan’s help without the awkwardness of recognisinghim. And indeed it was well thought upon; for now (suppose things to go thevery worst) how could Rankeillor swear to my friend’s identity, or how be madeto bear damaging evidence against myself? For all that, he had been a longwhile of finding out his want, and had spoken to and recognised a good fewpersons as we came through the town; and I had little doubt myself that he sawreasonably well.

As soon as we were past the Hawes (where I recognised the landlord smoking hispipe in the door, and was amazed to see him look no older) Mr. Rankeillorchanged the order of march, walking behind with Torrance and sending me forwardin the manner of a scout. I went up the hill, whistling from time to time myGaelic air; and at length I had the pleasure to hear it answered and to seeAlan rise from behind a bush. He was somewhat dashed in spirits, having passeda long day alone skulking in the county, and made but a poor meal in analehouse near Dundas. But at the mere sight of my clothes, he began to brightenup; and as soon as I had told him in what a forward state our matters were andthe part I looked to him to play in what remained, he sprang into a new man.

“And that is a very good notion of yours,” says he; “and I dare to say that youcould lay your hands upon no better man to put it through than Alan Breck. Itis not a thing (mark ye) that any one could do, but takes a gentleman ofpenetration. But it sticks in my head your lawyer-man will be somewhat wearyingto see me,” says Alan.

Accordingly I cried and waved on Mr. Rankeillor, who came up alone and waspresented to my friend, Mr. Thomson.

“Mr. Thomson, I am pleased to meet you,” said he. “But I have forgotten myglasses; and our friend, Mr. David here” (clapping me on the shoulder), “willtell you that I am little better than blind, and that you must not be surprisedif I pass you by to-morrow.”

This he said, thinking that Alan would be pleased; but the Highlandman’s vanitywas ready to startle at a less matter than that.

“Why, sir,” says he, stiffly, “I would say it mattered the less as we are methere for a particular end, to see justice done to Mr. Balfour; and by what Ican see, not very likely to have much else in common. But I accept yourapology, which was a very proper one to make.”

“And that is more than I could look for, Mr. Thomson,” said Rankeillor,heartily. “And now as you and I are the chief actors in this enterprise, Ithink we should come into a nice agreement; to which end, I propose that youshould lend me your arm, for (what with the dusk and the want of my glasses) Iam not very clear as to the path; and as for you, Mr. David, you will findTorrance a pleasant kind of body to speak with. Only let me remind you, it’squite needless he should hear more of your adventures or those of—ahem—Mr.Thomson.”

Accordingly these two went on ahead in very close talk, and Torrance and Ibrought up the rear.

Night was quite come when we came in view of the house of Shaws. Ten had beengone some time; it was dark and mild, with a pleasant, rustling wind in thesouth-west that covered the sound of our approach; and as we drew near we sawno glimmer of light in any portion of the building. It seemed my uncle wasalready in bed, which was indeed the best thing for our arrangements. We madeour last whispered consultations some fifty yards away; and then the lawyer andTorrance and I crept quietly up and crouched down beside the corner of thehouse; and as soon as we were in our places, Alan strode to the door withoutconcealment and began to knock.

CHAPTER XXIX
I COME INTO MY KINGDOM

or some time Alan volleyed upon the door, and his knocking only roused theechoes of the house and neighbourhood. At last, however, I could hear the noiseof a window gently thrust up, and knew that my uncle had come to hisobservatory. By what light there was, he would see Alan standing, like a darkshadow, on the steps; the three witnesses were hidden quite out of his view; sothat there was nothing to alarm an honest man in his own house. For all that,he studied his visitor awhile in silence, and when he spoke his voice had aquaver of misgiving.

“What’s this?” says he. “This is nae kind of time of night for decent folk; andI hae nae trokings^[34]wi’night-hawks. What brings ye here? I have a blunderbush.”

[34]Dealings.

“Is that yoursel’, Mr. Balfour?” returned Alan, stepping back and looking upinto the darkness. “Have a care of that blunderbuss; they’re nasty things toburst.”

“What brings ye here? and whae are ye?” says my uncle, angrily.

“I have no manner of inclination to rowt out my name to the country-side,” saidAlan; “but what brings me here is another story, being more of your affair thanmine; and if ye’re sure it’s what ye would like, I’ll set it to a tune and singit to you.”

“And what is’t?” asked my uncle.

“David,” says Alan.

“What was that?” cried my uncle, in a mighty changed voice.

“Shall I give ye the rest of the name, then?” said Alan.

There was a pause; and then, “I’m thinking I’ll better let ye in,” says myuncle, doubtfully.

“I dare say that,” said Alan; “but the point is, Would I go? Now I will tellyou what I am thinking. I am thinking that it is here upon this doorstep thatwe must confer upon this business; and it shall be here or nowhere at allwhatever; for I would have you to understand that I am as stiffnecked asyoursel’, and a gentleman of better family.”

This change of note disconcerted Ebenezer; he was a little while digesting it,and then says he, “Weel, weel, what must be must,” and shut the window. But ittook him a long time to get down-stairs, and a still longer to undo thefastenings, repenting (I dare say) and taken with fresh claps of fear at everysecond step and every bolt and bar. At last, however, we heard the creak of thehinges, and it seems my uncle slipped gingerly out and (seeing that Alan hadstepped back a pace or two) sate him down on the top doorstep with theblunderbuss ready in his hands.

“And, now” says he, “mind I have my blunderbush, and if ye take a step nearerye’re as good as deid.”

“And a very civil speech,” says Alan, “to be sure.”

“Na,” says my uncle, “but this is no a very chanty kind of a proceeding, andI’m bound to be prepared. And now that we understand each other, ye’ll can nameyour business.”

“Why,” says Alan, “you that are a man of so much understanding, will doubtlesshave perceived that I am a Hieland gentleman. My name has nae business in mystory; but the county of my friends is no very far from the Isle of Mull, ofwhich ye will have heard. It seems there was a ship lost in those parts; andthe next day a gentleman of my family was seeking wreck-wood for his fire alongthe sands, when he came upon a lad that was half drowned. Well, he brought himto; and he and some other gentleman took and clapped him in an auld, ruinedcastle, where from that day to this he has been a great expense to my friends.My friends are a wee wild-like, and not so particular about the law as somethat I could name; and finding that the lad owned some decent folk, and wasyour born nephew, Mr. Balfour, they asked me to give ye a bit call and conferupon the matter. And I may tell ye at the off-go, unless we can agree upon someterms, ye are little likely to set eyes upon him. For my friends,” added Alan,simply, “are no very well off.”

My uncle cleared his throat. “I’m no very caring,” says he. “He wasnae a goodlad at the best of it, and I’ve nae call to interfere.”

“Ay, ay,” said Alan, “I see what ye would be at: pretending ye don’t care, tomake the ransom smaller.”

“Na,” said my uncle, “it’s the mere truth. I take nae manner of interest in thelad, and I’ll pay nae ransome, and ye can make a kirk and a mill of him forwhat I care.”

“Hoot, sir,” says Alan. “Blood’s thicker than water, in the deil’s name! Yecannae desert your brother’s son for the fair shame of it; and if ye did, andit came to be kennt, ye wouldnae be very popular in your country-side, or I’mthe more deceived.”

“I’m no just very popular the way it is,” returned Ebenezer; “and I dinnae seehow it would come to be kennt. No by me, onyway; nor yet by you or yourfriends. So that’s idle talk, my buckie,” says he.

“Then it’ll have to be David that tells it,” said Alan.

“How that?” says my uncle, sharply.

“Ou, just this way,” says Alan. “My friends would doubtless keep your nephew aslong as there was any likelihood of siller to be made of it, but if there wasnane, I am clearly of opinion they would let him gang where he pleased, and bedamned to him!”

“Ay, but I’m no very caring about that either,” said my uncle. “I wouldnae bemuckle made up with that.”

“I was thinking that,” said Alan.

“And what for why?” asked Ebenezer.

“Why, Mr. Balfour,” replied Alan, “by all that I could hear, there were twoways of it: either ye liked David and would pay to get him back; or else ye hadvery good reasons for not wanting him, and would pay for us to keep him. Itseems it’s not the first; well then, it’s the second; and blythe am I to kenit, for it should be a pretty penny in my pocket and the pockets of myfriends.”

“I dinnae follow ye there,” said my uncle.

“No?” said Alan. “Well, see here: you dinnae want the lad back; well, what doye want done with him, and how much will ye pay?”

My uncle made no answer, but shifted uneasily on his seat.

“Come, sir,” cried Alan. “I would have you to ken that I am a gentleman; I beara king’s name; I am nae rider to kick my shanks at your hall door. Either giveme an answer in civility, and that out of hand; or by the top of Glencoe, Iwill ram three feet of iron through your vitals.”

“Eh, man,” cried my uncle, scrambling to his feet, “give me a meenit! What’slike wrong with ye? I’m just a plain man and nae dancing master; and I’m tryinto be as ceevil as it’s morally possible. As for that wild talk, it’s fairdisrepitable. Vitals, says you! And where would I be with my blunderbush?” hesnarled.

“Powder and your auld hands are but as the snail to the swallow against thebright steel in the hands of Alan,” said the other. “Before your jotteringfinger could find the trigger, the hilt would dirl on your breast-bane.”

“Eh, man, whae’s denying it?” said my uncle. “Pit it as ye please, hae’t yourain way; I’ll do naething to cross ye. Just tell me what like ye’ll be wanting,and ye’ll see that we’ll can agree fine.”

“Troth, sir,” said Alan, “I ask for nothing but plain dealing. In two words: doye want the lad killed or kept?”

“O, sirs!” cried Ebenezer. “O, sirs, me! that’s no kind of language!”

“Killed or kept!” repeated Alan.

“O, keepit, keepit!” wailed my uncle. “We’ll have nae bloodshed, if youplease.”

“Well,” says Alan, “as ye please; that’ll be the dearer.”

“The dearer?” cries Ebenezer. “Would ye fyle your hands wi’ crime?”

“Hoot!” said Alan, “they’re baith crime, whatever! And the killing’s easier,and quicker, and surer. Keeping the lad’ll be a fashious^[35]job, a fashious, kittle business.”

[35]Troublesome.

“I’ll have him keepit, though,” returned my uncle. “I never had naething to dowith onything morally wrong; and I’m no gaun to begin to pleasure a wildHielandman.”

“Ye’re unco scrupulous,” sneered Alan.

“I’m a man o’ principle,” said Ebenezer, simply; “and if I have to pay for it,I’ll have to pay for it. And besides,” says he, “ye forget the lad’s mybrother’s son.”

“Well, well,” said Alan, “and now about the price. It’s no very easy for me toset a name upon it; I would first have to ken some small matters. I would haveto ken, for instance, what ye gave Hoseason at the first off-go?”

“Hoseason!” cries my uncle, struck aback. “What for?”

“For kidnapping David,” says Alan.

“It’s a lee, it’s a black lee!” cried my uncle. “He was never kidnapped. Heleed in his throat that tauld ye that. Kidnapped? He never was!”

“That’s no fault of mine nor yet of yours,” said Alan; “nor yet of Hoseason’s,if he’s a man that can be trusted.”

“What do ye mean?” cried Ebenezer. “Did Hoseason tell ye?”

“Why, ye donnered auld runt, how else would I ken?” cried Alan. “Hoseason andme are partners; we gang shares; so ye can see for yoursel’ what good ye can doleeing. And I must plainly say ye drove a fool’s bargain when ye let a man likethe sailor-man so far forward in your private matters. But that’s past prayingfor; and ye must lie on your bed the way ye made it. And the point in hand isjust this: what did ye pay him?”

“Has he tauld ye himsel’?” asked my uncle.

“That’s my concern,” said Alan.

“Weel,” said my uncle, “I dinnae care what he said, he leed, and the solemnGod’s truth is this, that I gave him twenty pound. But I’ll be perfec’ly honestwith ye: forby that, he was to have the selling of the lad in Caroliny, whilkwould be as muckle mair, but no from my pocket, ye see.”

“Thank you, Mr. Thomson. That will do excellently well,” said the lawyer,stepping forward; and then mighty civilly, “Good-evening, Mr. Balfour,” saidhe.

And, “Good-evening, Uncle Ebenezer,” said I.

And, “It’s a braw nicht, Mr. Balfour,” added Torrance.

Never a word said my uncle, neither black nor white; but just sat where he wason the top door-step and stared upon us like a man turned to stone. Alanfilched away his blunderbuss; and the lawyer, taking him by the arm, pluckedhim up from the doorstep, led him into the kitchen, whither we all followed,and set him down in a chair beside the hearth, where the fire was out and onlya rush-light burning.

There we all looked upon him for a while, exulting greatly in our success, butyet with a sort of pity for the man’s shame.

“Come, come, Mr. Ebenezer,” said the lawyer, “you must not be down-hearted, forI promise you we shall make easy terms. In the meanwhile give us the cellarkey, and Torrance shall draw us a bottle of your father’s wine in honour of theevent.” Then, turning to me and taking me by the hand, “Mr. David,” says he, “Iwish you all joy in your good fortune, which I believe to be deserved.” Andthen to Alan, with a spice of drollery, “Mr. Thomson, I pay you my compliment;it was most artfully conducted; but in one point you somewhat outran mycomprehension. Do I understand your name to be James? or Charles? or is itGeorge, perhaps?”

“And why should it be any of the three, sir?” quoth Alan, drawing himself up,like one who smelt an offence.

“Only, sir, that you mentioned a king’s name,” replied Rankeillor; “and asthere has never yet been a King Thomson, or his fame at least has never come myway, I judged you must refer to that you had in baptism.”

This was just the stab that Alan would feel keenest, and I am free to confesshe took it very ill. Not a word would he answer, but stepped off to the far endof the kitchen, and sat down and sulked; and it was not till I stepped afterhim, and gave him my hand, and thanked him by title as the chief spring of mysuccess, that he began to smile a bit, and was at last prevailed upon to joinour party.

By that time we had the fire lighted, and a bottle of wine uncorked; a goodsupper came out of the basket, to which Torrance and I and Alan set ourselvesdown; while the lawyer and my uncle passed into the next chamber to consult.They stayed there closeted about an hour; at the end of which period they hadcome to a good understanding, and my uncle and I set our hands to the agreementin a formal manner. By the terms of this, my uncle bound himself to satisfyRankeillor as to his intromissions, and to pay me two clear thirds of theyearly income of Shaws.

So the beggar in the ballad had come home; and when I lay down that night onthe kitchen chests, I was a man of means and had a name in the country. Alanand Torrance and Rankeillor slept and snored on their hard beds; but for me whohad lain out under heaven and upon dirt and stones, so many days and nights,and often with an empty belly, and in fear of death, this good change in mycase unmanned me more than any of the former evil ones; and I lay till dawn,looking at the fire on the roof and planning the future.

CHAPTER XXX
GOOD-BYE

o far as I was concerned myself, I had come to port; but I had still Alan, towhom I was so much beholden, on my hands; and I felt besides a heavy charge inthe matter of the murder and James of the Glens. On both these heads Iunbosomed to Rankeillor the next morning, walking to and fro about six of theclock before the house of Shaws, and with nothing in view but the fields andwoods that had been my ancestors’ and were now mine. Even as I spoke on thesegrave subjects, my eye would take a glad bit of a run over the prospect, and myheart jump with pride.

About my clear duty to my friend, the lawyer had no doubt. I must help him outof the county at whatever risk; but in the case of James, he was of a differentmind.

“Mr. Thomson,” says he, “is one thing, Mr. Thomson’s kinsman quite another. Iknow little of the facts, but I gather that a great noble (whom we will call,if you like, the D. of A.)^[36]has some concern and is even supposed to feel some animosity in the matter. TheD. of A. is doubtless an excellent nobleman; but, Mr. David, timeo quinocuere deos. If you interfere to balk his vengeance, you should rememberthere is one way to shut your testimony out; and that is to put you in thedock. There, you would be in the same pickle as Mr. Thomson’s kinsman. You willobject that you are innocent; well, but so is he. And to be tried for your lifebefore a Highland jury, on a Highland quarrel and with a Highland Judge uponthe bench, would be a brief transition to the gallows.”

[36]The Duke of Argyle.

Now I had made all these reasonings before and found no very good reply tothem; so I put on all the simplicity I could. “In that case, sir,” said I, “Iwould just have to be hanged—would I not?”

“My dear boy,” cries he, “go in God’s name, and do what you think is right. Itis a poor thought that at my time of life I should be advising you to choosethe safe and shameful; and I take it back with an apology. Go and do your duty;and be hanged, if you must, like a gentleman. There are worse things in theworld than to be hanged.”

“Not many, sir,” said I, smiling.

“Why, yes, sir,” he cried, “very many. And it would be ten times better foryour uncle (to go no farther afield) if he were dangling decently upon agibbet.”

Thereupon he turned into the house (still in a great fervour of mind, so that Isaw I had pleased him heartily) and there he wrote me two letters, making hiscomments on them as he wrote.

“This,” says he, “is to my bankers, the British Linen Company, placing a creditto your name. Consult Mr. Thomson, he will know of ways; and you, with thiscredit, can supply the means. I trust you will be a good husband of your money;but in the affair of a friend like Mr. Thomson, I would be even prodigal. Thenfor his kinsman, there is no better way than that you should seek the Advocate,tell him your tale, and offer testimony; whether he may take it or not, isquite another matter, and will turn on the D. of A. Now, that you may reach theLord Advocate well recommended, I give you here a letter to a namesake of yourown, the learned Mr. Balfour of Pilrig, a man whom I esteem. It will lookbetter that you should be presented by one of your own name; and the laird ofPilrig is much looked up to in the Faculty and stands well with Lord AdvocateGrant. I would not trouble him, if I were you, with any particulars; and (doyou know?) I think it would be needless to refer to Mr. Thomson. Form yourselfupon the laird, he is a good model; when you deal with the Advocate, bediscreet; and in all these matters, may the Lord guide you, Mr. David!”

Thereupon he took his farewell, and set out with Torrance for the Ferry, whileAlan and I turned our faces for the city of Edinburgh. As we went by thefootpath and beside the gateposts and the unfinished lodge, we kept lookingback at the house of my fathers. It stood there, bare and great and smokeless,like a place not lived in; only in one of the top windows, there was the peakof a nightcap bobbing up and down and back and forward, like the head of arabbit from a burrow. I had little welcome when I came, and less kindness whileI stayed; but at least I was watched as I went away.

Alan and I went slowly forward upon our way, having little heart either to walkor speak. The same thought was uppermost in both, that we were near the time ofour parting; and remembrance of all the bygone days sate upon us sorely. Wetalked indeed of what should be done; and it was resolved that Alan should keepto the county, biding now here, now there, but coming once in the day to aparticular place where I might be able to communicate with him, either in myown person or by messenger. In the meanwhile, I was to seek out a lawyer, whowas an Appin Stewart, and a man therefore to be wholly trusted; and it shouldbe his part to find a ship and to arrange for Alan’s safe embarkation. Nosooner was this business done, than the words seemed to leave us; and though Iwould seek to jest with Alan under the name of Mr. Thomson, and he with me onmy new clothes and my estate, you could feel very well that we were nearertears than laughter.

We came the by-way over the hill of Corstorphine; and when we got near to theplace called Rest-and-be-Thankful, and looked down on Corstorphine bogs andover to the city and the castle on the hill, we both stopped, for we both knewwithout a word said that we had come to where our ways parted. Here he repeatedto me once again what had been agreed upon between us: the address of thelawyer, the daily hour at which Alan might be found, and the signals that wereto be made by any that came seeking him. Then I gave what money I had (a guineaor two of Rankeillor’s) so that he should not starve in the meanwhile; and thenwe stood a space, and looked over at Edinburgh in silence.

“Well, good-bye,” said Alan, and held out his left hand.

“Good-bye,” said I, and gave the hand a little grasp, and went off down hill.

Neither one of us looked the other in the face, nor so long as he was in myview did I take one back glance at the friend I was leaving. But as I went onmy way to the city, I felt so lost and lonesome, that I could have found it inmy heart to sit down by the dyke, and cry and weep like any baby.

It was coming near noon when I passed in by the West Kirk and the Grassmarketinto the streets of the capital. The huge height of the buildings, running upto ten and fifteen storeys, the narrow arched entries that continually vomitedpassengers, the wares of the merchants in their windows, the hubbub and endlessstir, the foul smells and the fine clothes, and a hundred other particulars toosmall to mention, struck me into a kind of stupor of surprise, so that I letthe crowd carry me to and fro; and yet all the time what I was thinking of wasAlan at Rest-and-be-Thankful; and all the time (although you would think Iwould not choose but be delighted with these braws and novelties) there was acold gnawing in my inside like a remorse for something wrong.

The hand of Providence brought me in my drifting to the very doors of theBritish Linen Company’s bank.

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