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I
was
anxious
to
redeem
my
character
,
and
offered
,
if
he
would
pour
out
the
brandy
,
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
to
you
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
much
penetration
)
that
Alan
Breck
Stewart
was
perhaps
walking
quicker
than
his
ordinar
'
.
"
"
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
to
be
lost
.
And
now
here
is
enough
said
;
gang
you
to
your
sleep
,
lad
,
and
I
'll
watch
.
"
Accordingly
,
I
lay
down
to
sleep
;
a
little
peaty
earth
had
drifted
in
between
the
top
of
the
two
rocks
,
and
some
bracken
grew
there
,
to
be
a
bed
to
me
;
the
last
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
,
and
found
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
.
