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I

was

for

pushing

straight

across

;

but

Alan

was

more

wary

.

"

It

looks

unco

'

quiet

,

"

said

he

;

"

but

for

all

that

we

'll

lie

down

here

cannily

behind

a

dyke

,

and

make

sure

.

"

So

we

lay

for

about

a

quarter

of

an

hour

,

whiles

whispering

,

whiles

lying

still

and

hearing

nothing

earthly

but

the

washing

of

the

water

on

the

piers

.

At

last

there

came

by

an

old

,

hobbling

woman

with

a

crutch

stick

;

who

first

stopped

a

little

,

close

to

where

we

lay

,

and

bemoaned

herself

and

the

long

way

she

had

travelled

;

and

then

set

forth

again

up

the

steep

spring

of

the

bridge

.

The

woman

was

so

little

,

and

the

night

still

so

dark

,

that

we

soon

lost

sight

of

her

;

only

heard

the

sound

of

her

steps

,

and

her

stick

,

and

a

cough

that

she

had

by

fits

,

draw

slowly

farther

away

.

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"

She

's

bound

to

be

across

now

,

"

I

whispered

.

"

Na

,

"

said

Alan

,

"

her

foot

still

sounds

boss

upon

the

bridge

.

"

And

just

then

--

"

Who

goes

?

"

cried

a

voice

,

and

we

heard

the

butt

of

a

musket

rattle

on

the

stones

.

I

must

suppose

the

sentry

had

been

sleeping

,

so

that

had

we

tried

,

we

might

have

passed

unseen

;

but

he

was

awake

now

,

and

the

chance

forfeited

.

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"

This

'll

never

do

,

"

said

Alan

.

"

This

'll

never

,

never

do

for

us

,

David

.

"

And

without

another

word

,

he

began

to

crawl

away

through

the

fields

;

and

a

little

after

,

being

well

out

of

eye-shot

,

got

to

his

feet

again

,

and

struck

along

a

road

that

led

to

the

eastward

.

I

could

not

conceive

what

he

was

doing

;

and

indeed

I

was

so

sharply

cut

by

the

disappointment

,

that

I

was

little

likely

to

be

pleased

with

anything

.

A

moment

back

and

I

had

seen

myself

knocking

at

Mr.

Rankeillor

's

door

to

claim

my

inheritance

,

like

a

hero

in

a

ballad

;

and

here

was

I

back

again

,

a

wandering

,

hunted

blackguard

,

on

the

wrong

side

of

Forth

.

"

Well

?

"

said

I.

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