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And
I
dare
say
I
would
have
made
a
good
enough
private
;
for
in
these
last
hours
it
never
occurred
to
me
that
I
had
any
choice
but
just
to
obey
as
long
as
I
was
able
,
and
die
obeying
.
Day
began
to
come
in
,
after
years
,
I
thought
;
and
by
that
time
we
were
past
the
greatest
danger
,
and
could
walk
upon
our
feet
like
men
,
instead
of
crawling
like
brutes
.
But
,
dear
heart
have
mercy
!
what
a
pair
we
must
have
made
,
going
double
like
old
grandfathers
,
stumbling
like
babes
,
and
as
white
as
dead
folk
.
Never
a
word
passed
between
us
;
each
set
his
mouth
and
kept
his
eyes
in
front
of
him
,
and
lifted
up
his
foot
and
set
it
down
again
,
like
people
lifting
weights
at
a
country
play
;
all
the
while
,
with
the
moorfowl
crying
"
peep
!
"
in
the
heather
,
and
the
light
coming
slowly
clearer
in
the
east
.
I
say
Alan
did
as
I
did
.
Not
that
ever
I
looked
at
him
,
for
I
had
enough
ado
to
keep
my
feet
;
but
because
it
is
plain
he
must
have
been
as
stupid
with
weariness
as
myself
,
and
looked
as
little
where
we
were
going
,
or
we
should
not
have
walked
into
an
ambush
like
blind
men
.
It
fell
in
this
way
.
We
were
going
down
a
heathery
brae
,
Alan
leading
and
I
following
a
pace
or
two
behind
,
like
a
fiddler
and
his
wife
;
when
upon
a
sudden
the
heather
gave
a
rustle
,
three
or
four
ragged
men
leaped
out
,
and
the
next
moment
we
were
lying
on
our
backs
,
each
with
a
dirk
at
his
throat
.
I
do
n't
think
I
cared
;
the
pain
of
this
rough
handling
was
quite
swallowed
up
by
the
pains
of
which
I
was
already
full
;
and
I
was
too
glad
to
have
stopped
walking
to
mind
about
a
dirk
.
I
lay
looking
up
in
the
face
of
the
man
that
held
me
;
and
I
mind
his
face
was
black
with
the
sun
,
and
his
eyes
very
light
,
but
I
was
not
afraid
of
him
.
I
heard
Alan
and
another
whispering
in
the
Gaelic
;
and
what
they
said
was
all
one
to
me
.
Then
the
dirks
were
put
up
,
our
weapons
were
taken
away
,
and
we
were
set
face
to
face
,
sitting
in
the
heather
.
"
They
are
Cluny
's
men
,
"
said
Alan
.
"
We
couldnae
have
fallen
better
.
We
're
just
to
bide
here
with
these
,
which
are
his
out-sentries
,
till
they
can
get
word
to
the
chief
of
my
arrival
.
"
Now
Cluny
Macpherson
,
the
chief
of
the
clan
Vourich
,
had
been
one
of
the
leaders
of
the
great
rebellion
six
years
before
;
there
was
a
price
on
his
life
;
and
I
had
supposed
him
long
ago
in
France
,
with
the
rest
of
the
heads
of
that
desperate
party
.
Even
tired
as
I
was
,
the
surprise
of
what
I
heard
half
wakened
me
.
"
What
,
"
I
cried
,
"
is
Cluny
still
here
?
"
