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Alan
was
delighted
.
"
There
are
whiles
,
"
said
he
,
"
when
ye
are
altogether
too
canny
and
Whiggish
to
be
company
for
a
gentleman
like
me
;
but
there
come
other
whiles
when
ye
show
yoursel
'
a
mettle
spark
;
and
it
's
then
,
David
,
that
I
love
ye
like
a
brother
.
"
The
mist
rose
and
died
away
,
and
showed
us
that
country
lying
as
waste
as
the
sea
;
only
the
moorfowl
and
the
pewees
crying
upon
it
,
and
far
over
to
the
east
,
a
herd
of
deer
,
moving
like
dots
.
Much
of
it
was
red
with
heather
;
much
of
the
rest
broken
up
with
bogs
and
hags
and
peaty
pools
;
some
had
been
burnt
black
in
a
heath
fire
;
and
in
another
place
there
was
quite
a
forest
of
dead
firs
,
standing
like
skeletons
.
A
wearier-looking
desert
man
never
saw
;
but
at
least
it
was
clear
of
troops
,
which
was
our
point
.
We
went
down
accordingly
into
the
waste
,
and
began
to
make
our
toilsome
and
devious
travel
towards
the
eastern
verge
.
There
were
the
tops
of
mountains
all
round
(
you
are
to
remember
)
from
whence
we
might
be
spied
at
any
moment
;
so
it
behoved
us
to
keep
in
the
hollow
parts
of
the
moor
,
and
when
these
turned
aside
from
our
direction
to
move
upon
its
naked
face
with
infinite
care
.
Sometimes
,
for
half
an
hour
together
,
we
must
crawl
from
one
heather
bush
to
another
,
as
hunters
do
when
they
are
hard
upon
the
deer
.
It
was
a
clear
day
again
,
with
a
blazing
sun
;
the
water
in
the
brandy
bottle
was
soon
gone
;
and
altogether
,
if
I
had
guessed
what
it
would
be
to
crawl
half
the
time
upon
my
belly
and
to
walk
much
of
the
rest
stooping
nearly
to
the
knees
,
I
should
certainly
have
held
back
from
such
a
killing
enterprise
.
Toiling
and
resting
and
toiling
again
,
we
wore
away
the
morning
;
and
about
noon
lay
down
in
a
thick
bush
of
heather
to
sleep
.
Alan
took
the
first
watch
;
and
it
seemed
to
me
I
had
scarce
closed
my
eyes
before
I
was
shaken
up
to
take
the
second
.
We
had
no
clock
to
go
by
;
and
Alan
stuck
a
sprig
of
heath
in
the
ground
to
serve
instead
;
so
that
as
soon
as
the
shadow
of
the
bush
should
fall
so
far
to
the
east
,
I
might
know
to
rouse
him
.
But
I
was
by
this
time
so
weary
that
I
could
have
slept
twelve
hours
at
a
stretch
;
I
had
the
taste
of
sleep
in
my
throat
;
my
joints
slept
even
when
my
mind
was
waking
;
the
hot
smell
of
the
heather
,
and
the
drone
of
the
wild
bees
,
were
like
possets
to
me
;
and
every
now
and
again
I
would
give
a
jump
and
find
I
had
been
dozing
.
The
last
time
I
woke
I
seemed
to
come
back
from
farther
away
,
and
thought
the
sun
had
taken
a
great
start
in
the
heavens
.
I
looked
at
the
sprig
of
heath
,
and
at
that
I
could
have
cried
aloud
:
for
I
saw
I
had
betrayed
my
trust
.
My
head
was
nearly
turned
with
fear
and
shame
;
and
at
what
I
saw
,
when
I
looked
out
around
me
on
the
moor
,
my
heart
was
like
dying
in
my
body
.
For
sure
enough
,
a
body
of
horse-soldiers
had
come
down
during
my
sleep
,
and
were
drawing
near
to
us
from
the
south-east
,
spread
out
in
the
shape
of
a
fan
and
riding
their
horses
to
and
fro
in
the
deep
parts
of
the
heather
.
When
I
waked
Alan
,
he
glanced
first
at
the
soldiers
,
then
at
the
mark
and
the
position
of
the
sun
,
and
knitted
his
brows
with
a
sudden
,
quick
look
,
both
ugly
and
anxious
,
which
was
all
the
reproach
I
had
of
him
.
"
What
are
we
to
do
now
?
"
I
asked
.
"
We
'll
have
to
play
at
being
hares
,
"
said
he
.
"
Do
ye
see
yon
mountain
?
"
pointing
to
one
on
the
north-eastern
sky
.
