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"
And
that
is
an
excellent
observe
,
Mr.
Balfour
of
Shaws
,
"
says
Alan
,
drolling
with
me
;
"
and
it
would
certainly
be
much
simpler
for
me
to
write
to
him
,
but
it
would
be
a
sore
job
for
John
Breck
to
read
it
.
He
would
have
to
go
to
the
school
for
two-three
years
;
and
it
's
possible
we
might
be
wearied
waiting
on
him
.
"
So
that
night
Alan
carried
down
his
fiery
cross
and
set
it
in
the
bouman
's
window
.
He
was
troubled
when
he
came
back
;
for
the
dogs
had
barked
and
the
folk
run
out
from
their
houses
;
and
he
thought
he
had
heard
a
clatter
of
arms
and
seen
a
red-coat
come
to
one
of
the
doors
.
On
all
accounts
we
lay
the
next
day
in
the
borders
of
the
wood
and
kept
a
close
look-out
,
so
that
if
it
was
John
Breck
that
came
we
might
be
ready
to
guide
him
,
and
if
it
was
the
red-coats
we
should
have
time
to
get
away
.
About
noon
a
man
was
to
be
spied
,
straggling
up
the
open
side
of
the
mountain
in
the
sun
,
and
looking
round
him
as
he
came
,
from
under
his
hand
.
No
sooner
had
Alan
seen
him
than
he
whistled
;
the
man
turned
and
came
a
little
towards
us
:
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
the
small
pox
,
and
looked
both
dull
and
savage
.
Although
his
English
was
very
bad
and
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
him
appear
more
backward
than
he
really
was
;
but
I
thought
he
had
little
good-will
to
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
of
no
message
.
"
She
was
forget
it
,
"
he
said
in
his
screaming
voice
;
and
would
either
have
a
letter
or
wash
his
hands
of
us
.
I
thought
Alan
would
be
gravelled
at
that
,
for
we
lacked
the
means
of
writing
in
that
desert
.
But
he
was
a
man
of
more
resources
than
I
knew
;
searched
the
wood
until
he
found
the
quill
of
a
cushat-dove
,
which
he
shaped
into
a
pen
;
made
himself
a
kind
of
ink
with
gunpowder
from
his
horn
and
water
from
the
running
stream
;
and
tearing
a
corner
from
his
French
military
commission
(
which
he
carried
in
his
pocket
,
like
a
talisman
to
keep
him
from
the
gallows
)
,
he
sat
down
and
wrote
as
follows
:
"
DEAR
KINSMAN
,
--
Please
send
the
money
by
the
bearer
to
the
place
he
kens
of
.
"
Your
affectionate
cousin
,
