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Never
a
word
he
said
,
but
set
off
running
again
for
his
life
,
and
I
must
stagger
to
my
feet
and
run
after
him
.
I
had
been
weary
before
,
but
now
I
was
sick
and
bruised
,
and
partly
drunken
with
the
brandy
;
I
kept
stumbling
as
I
ran
,
I
had
a
stitch
that
came
near
to
overmaster
me
;
and
when
at
last
Alan
paused
under
a
great
rock
that
stood
there
among
a
number
of
others
,
it
was
none
too
soon
for
David
Balfour
.
A
great
rock
I
have
said
;
but
by
rights
it
was
two
rocks
leaning
together
at
the
top
,
both
some
twenty
feet
high
,
and
at
the
first
sight
inaccessible
.
Even
Alan
(
though
you
may
say
he
had
as
good
as
four
hands
)
failed
twice
in
an
attempt
to
climb
them
;
and
it
was
only
at
the
third
trial
,
and
then
by
standing
on
my
shoulders
and
leaping
up
with
such
force
as
I
thought
must
have
broken
my
collar-bone
,
that
he
secured
a
lodgment
.
Once
there
,
he
let
down
his
leathern
girdle
;
and
with
the
aid
of
that
and
a
pair
of
shallow
footholds
in
the
rock
,
I
scrambled
up
beside
him
.
Then
I
saw
why
we
had
come
there
;
for
the
two
rocks
,
being
both
somewhat
hollow
on
the
top
and
sloping
one
to
the
other
,
made
a
kind
of
dish
or
saucer
,
where
as
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
a
savage
,
silent
frenzy
of
hurry
,
that
I
knew
that
he
was
in
mortal
fear
of
some
miscarriage
.
Even
now
we
were
on
the
rock
he
said
nothing
,
nor
so
much
as
relaxed
the
frowning
look
upon
his
face
;
but
clapped
flat
down
,
and
keeping
only
one
eye
above
the
edge
of
our
place
of
shelter
scouted
all
round
the
compass
.
The
dawn
had
come
quite
clear
;
we
could
see
the
stony
sides
of
the
valley
,
and
its
bottom
,
which
was
bestrewed
with
rocks
,
and
the
river
,
which
went
from
one
side
to
another
,
and
made
white
falls
;
but
nowhere
the
smoke
of
a
house
,
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
some
amusement
,
"
Ye
're
no
very
gleg
at
the
jumping
,
"
said
he
.
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
the
prettiest
kind
of
a
man
.
And
then
there
was
water
there
,
and
water
's
a
thing
that
dauntons
even
me
.
No
,
no
,
"
said
Alan
,
"
it
's
no
you
that
's
to
blame
,
it
's
me
.
"
I
asked
him
why
.
"
Why
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
have
proved
myself
a
gomeral
this
night
.
For
first
of
all
I
take
a
wrong
road
,
and
that
in
my
own
country
of
Appin
;
so
that
the
day
has
caught
us
where
we
should
never
have
been
;
and
thanks
to
that
,
we
lie
here
in
some
danger
and
mair
discomfort
.
And
next
(
which
is
the
worst
of
the
two
,
for
a
man
that
has
been
so
much
among
the
heather
as
myself
)
I
have
come
wanting
a
water-bottle
,
and
here
we
lie
for
a
long
summer
's
day
with
naething
but
neat
spirit
.
Ye
may
think
that
a
small
matter
;
but
before
it
comes
night
,
David
,
ye
'll
give
me
news
of
it
.
"
