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"
No
,
sir
,
"
said
I
,
a
little
alarmed
;
"
nor
yet
of
your
father
,
Macgregor-Campbell
.
"
And
I
sat
up
and
bowed
in
bed
;
for
I
thought
best
to
compliment
him
,
in
case
he
was
proud
of
having
had
an
outlaw
to
his
father
.
He
bowed
in
return
.
"
But
what
I
am
come
to
say
,
sir
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
is
this
.
In
the
year
'
45
,
my
brother
raised
a
part
of
the
'
Gregara
'
and
marched
six
companies
to
strike
a
stroke
for
the
good
side
;
and
the
surgeon
that
marched
with
our
clan
and
cured
my
brother
's
leg
when
it
was
broken
in
the
brush
at
Preston
Pans
,
was
a
gentleman
of
the
same
name
precisely
as
yourself
.
He
was
brother
to
Balfour
of
Baith
;
and
if
you
are
in
any
reasonable
degree
of
nearness
one
of
that
gentleman
's
kin
,
I
have
come
to
put
myself
and
my
people
at
your
command
.
"
You
are
to
remember
that
I
knew
no
more
of
my
descent
than
any
cadger
's
dog
;
my
uncle
,
to
be
sure
,
had
prated
of
some
of
our
high
connections
,
but
nothing
to
the
present
purpose
;
and
there
was
nothing
left
me
but
that
bitter
disgrace
of
owning
that
I
could
not
tell
.
Robin
told
me
shortly
he
was
sorry
he
had
put
himself
about
,
turned
his
back
upon
me
without
a
sign
of
salutation
,
and
as
he
went
towards
the
door
,
I
could
hear
him
telling
Duncan
that
I
was
"
only
some
kinless
loon
that
did
n't
know
his
own
father
.
"
Angry
as
I
was
at
these
words
,
and
ashamed
of
my
own
ignorance
,
I
could
scarce
keep
from
smiling
that
a
man
who
was
under
the
lash
of
the
law
(
and
was
indeed
hanged
some
three
years
later
)
should
be
so
nice
as
to
the
descent
of
his
acquaintances
.
Just
in
the
door
,
he
met
Alan
coming
in
;
and
the
two
drew
back
and
looked
at
each
other
like
strange
dogs
.
They
were
neither
of
them
big
men
,
but
they
seemed
fairly
to
swell
out
with
pride
.
Each
wore
a
sword
,
and
by
a
movement
of
his
haunch
,
thrust
clear
the
hilt
of
it
,
so
that
it
might
be
the
more
readily
grasped
and
the
blade
drawn
.
"
Mr.
Stewart
,
I
am
thinking
,
"
says
Robin
.
"
Troth
,
Mr.
Macgregor
,
it
's
not
a
name
to
be
ashamed
of
,
"
answered
Alan
.
"
I
did
not
know
ye
were
in
my
country
,
sir
,
"
says
Robin
.
"
It
sticks
in
my
mind
that
I
am
in
the
country
of
my
friends
the
Maclarens
,
"
says
Alan
.
