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All
this
time
Alan
would
not
leave
me
though
I
often
pressed
him
,
and
indeed
his
foolhardiness
in
staying
was
a
common
subject
of
outcry
with
the
two
or
three
friends
that
were
let
into
the
secret
.
He
hid
by
day
in
a
hole
of
the
braes
under
a
little
wood
;
and
at
night
,
when
the
coast
was
clear
,
would
come
into
the
house
to
visit
me
.
I
need
not
say
if
I
was
pleased
to
see
him
;
Mrs.
Maclaren
,
our
hostess
,
thought
nothing
good
enough
for
such
a
guest
;
and
as
Duncan
Dhu
(
which
was
the
name
of
our
host
)
had
a
pair
of
pipes
in
his
house
,
and
was
much
of
a
lover
of
music
,
this
time
of
my
recovery
was
quite
a
festival
,
and
we
commonly
turned
night
into
day
.
The
soldiers
let
us
be
;
although
once
a
party
of
two
companies
and
some
dragoons
went
by
in
the
bottom
of
the
valley
,
where
I
could
see
them
through
the
window
as
I
lay
in
bed
.
What
was
much
more
astonishing
,
no
magistrate
came
near
me
,
and
there
was
no
question
put
of
whence
I
came
or
whither
I
was
going
;
and
in
that
time
of
excitement
,
I
was
as
free
of
all
inquiry
as
though
I
had
lain
in
a
desert
.
Yet
my
presence
was
known
before
I
left
to
all
the
people
in
Balquhidder
and
the
adjacent
parts
;
many
coming
about
the
house
on
visits
and
these
(
after
the
custom
of
the
country
)
spreading
the
news
among
their
neighbours
.
The
bills
,
too
,
had
now
been
printed
.
There
was
one
pinned
near
the
foot
of
my
bed
,
where
I
could
read
my
own
not
very
flattering
portrait
and
,
in
larger
characters
,
the
amount
of
the
blood
money
that
had
been
set
upon
my
life
.
Duncan
Dhu
and
the
rest
that
knew
that
I
had
come
there
in
Alan
's
company
,
could
have
entertained
no
doubt
of
who
I
was
;
and
many
others
must
have
had
their
guess
.
For
though
I
had
changed
my
clothes
,
I
could
not
change
my
age
or
person
;
and
Lowland
boys
of
eighteen
were
not
so
rife
in
these
parts
of
the
world
,
and
above
all
about
that
time
,
that
they
could
fail
to
put
one
thing
with
another
,
and
connect
me
with
the
bill
.
So
it
was
,
at
least
.
Other
folk
keep
a
secret
among
two
or
three
near
friends
,
and
somehow
it
leaks
out
;
but
among
these
clansmen
,
it
is
told
to
a
whole
countryside
,
and
they
will
keep
it
for
a
century
.
There
was
but
one
thing
happened
worth
narrating
;
and
that
is
the
visit
I
had
of
Robin
Oig
,
one
of
the
sons
of
the
notorious
Rob
Roy
.
He
was
sought
upon
all
sides
on
a
charge
of
carrying
a
young
woman
from
Balfron
and
marrying
her
(
as
was
alleged
)
by
force
;
yet
he
stepped
about
Balquhidder
like
a
gentleman
in
his
own
walled
policy
.
It
was
he
who
had
shot
James
Maclaren
at
the
plough
stilts
,
a
quarrel
never
satisfied
;
yet
he
walked
into
the
house
of
his
blood
enemies
as
a
rider
might
into
a
public
inn
.
Commercial
traveller
.
Duncan
had
time
to
pass
me
word
of
who
it
was
;
and
we
looked
at
one
another
in
concern
.
You
should
understand
,
it
was
then
close
upon
the
time
of
Alan
's
coming
;
the
two
were
little
likely
to
agree
;
and
yet
if
we
sent
word
or
sought
to
make
a
signal
,
it
was
sure
to
arouse
suspicion
in
a
man
under
so
dark
a
cloud
as
the
Macgregor
.
He
came
in
with
a
great
show
of
civility
,
but
like
a
man
among
inferiors
;
took
off
his
bonnet
to
Mrs.
Maclaren
,
but
clapped
it
on
his
head
again
to
speak
to
Duncan
;
and
having
thus
set
himself
(
as
he
would
have
thought
)
in
a
proper
light
,
came
to
my
bedside
and
bowed
.
"
I
am
given
to
know
,
sir
,
"
says
he
,
"
that
your
name
is
Balfour
.
"
"
They
call
me
David
Balfour
,
"
said
I
,
"
at
your
service
.
"
"
I
would
give
ye
my
name
in
return
,
sir
,
"
he
replied
,
"
but
it
's
one
somewhat
blown
upon
of
late
days
;
and
it
'll
perhaps
suffice
if
I
tell
ye
that
I
am
own
brother
to
James
More
Drummond
or
Macgregor
,
of
whom
ye
will
scarce
have
failed
to
hear
.
"
