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"
A.
S.
"
This
he
intrusted
to
the
bouman
,
who
promised
to
make
what
manner
of
speed
he
best
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
,
we
heard
a
whistling
in
the
wood
,
which
Alan
answered
;
and
presently
the
bouman
came
up
the
water-side
,
looking
for
us
,
right
and
left
.
He
seemed
less
sulky
than
before
,
and
indeed
he
was
no
doubt
well
pleased
to
have
got
to
the
end
of
such
a
dangerous
commission
.
He
gave
us
the
news
of
the
country
;
that
it
was
alive
with
red-coats
;
that
arms
were
being
found
,
and
poor
folk
brought
in
trouble
daily
;
and
that
James
and
some
of
his
servants
were
already
clapped
in
prison
at
Fort
William
,
under
strong
suspicion
of
complicity
.
It
seemed
it
was
noised
on
all
sides
that
Alan
Breck
had
fired
the
shot
;
and
there
was
a
bill
issued
for
both
him
and
me
,
with
one
hundred
pounds
reward
.
This
was
all
as
bad
as
could
be
;
and
the
little
note
the
bouman
had
carried
us
from
Mrs.
Stewart
was
of
a
miserable
sadness
.
In
it
she
besought
Alan
not
to
let
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
all
that
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
man
may
look
in
a
mirror
,
partly
as
he
might
look
into
the
barrel
of
an
enemy
's
gun
to
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
French
side-coat
of
blue
with
silver
buttons
,
and
lace
a
great
deal
tarnished
,
a
red
waistcoat
and
breeches
of
black
,
shag
;
"
and
I
as
"
a
tall
strong
lad
of
about
eighteen
,
wearing
an
old
blue
coat
,
very
ragged
,
an
old
Highland
bonnet
,
a
long
homespun
waistcoat
,
blue
breeches
;
his
legs
bare
,
low-country
shoes
,
wanting
the
toes
;
speaks
like
a
Lowlander
,
and
has
no
beard
.
"
Alan
was
well
enough
pleased
to
see
his
finery
so
fully
remembered
and
set
down
;
only
when
he
came
to
the
word
tarnish
,
he
looked
upon
his
lace
like
one
a
little
mortified
.
As
for
myself
,
I
thought
I
cut
a
miserable
figure
in
the
bill
;
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
.
"
