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"
Na
,
troth
!
"
said
Alan
,
"
I
have
nae
others
.
A
fine
sight
I
would
be
,
if
I
went
back
to
France
in
a
bonnet
!
"
This
put
a
second
reflection
in
my
mind
:
that
if
I
were
to
separate
from
Alan
and
his
tell-tale
clothes
I
should
be
safe
against
arrest
,
and
might
go
openly
about
my
business
.
Nor
was
this
all
;
for
suppose
I
was
arrested
when
I
was
alone
,
there
was
little
against
me
;
but
suppose
I
was
taken
in
company
with
the
reputed
murderer
,
my
case
would
begin
to
be
grave
.
For
generosity
's
sake
I
dare
not
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
purse
with
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
get
as
far
as
France
;
I
,
with
my
less
than
two
,
not
beyond
Queensferry
;
so
that
taking
things
in
their
proportion
,
Alan
's
society
was
not
only
a
peril
to
my
life
,
but
a
burden
on
my
purse
.
But
there
was
no
thought
of
the
sort
in
the
honest
head
of
my
companion
.
He
believed
he
was
serving
,
helping
,
and
protecting
me
.
And
what
could
I
do
but
hold
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
do
my
business
.
And
now
,
John
Breck
,
if
ye
will
hand
me
over
my
button
,
this
gentleman
and
me
will
be
for
taking
the
road
.
"
But
the
bouman
,
after
feeling
about
in
a
hairy
purse
that
hung
in
front
of
him
in
the
Highland
manner
(
though
he
wore
otherwise
the
Lowland
habit
,
with
sea-trousers
)
,
began
to
roll
his
eyes
strangely
,
and
at
last
said
,
"
Her
nainsel
will
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
is
the
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
with
a
smiling
mouth
,
and
that
dancing
light
in
his
eyes
that
meant
mischief
to
his
enemies
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
as
being
safer
;
at
least
,
and
all
at
once
,
he
seemed
to
find
that
button
and
handed
it
to
Alan
.
"
Well
,
and
it
is
a
good
thing
for
the
honour
of
the
Maccolls
,
"
said
Alan
,
and
then
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
warmest
parting
of
the
bouman
.
"
For
,
"
says
he
,
"
ye
have
done
very
well
by
me
,
and
set
your
neck
at
a
venture
,
and
I
will
always
give
you
the
name
of
a
good
man
.
"
