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"
David
Balfour
,
"
said
he
,
"
ye
're
a
very
funny
gentleman
by
your
way
of
it
,
and
this
is
a
very
funny
employ
for
ye
,
no
doubt
.
For
all
that
,
if
ye
have
any
affection
for
my
neck
(
to
say
nothing
of
your
own
)
ye
will
perhaps
be
kind
enough
to
take
this
matter
responsibly
.
I
am
going
to
do
a
bit
of
play-acting
,
the
bottom
ground
of
which
is
just
exactly
as
serious
as
the
gallows
for
the
pair
of
us
.
So
bear
it
,
if
ye
please
,
in
mind
,
and
conduct
yourself
according
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
I
,
"
have
it
as
you
will
.
"
As
we
got
near
the
clachan
,
he
made
me
take
his
arm
and
hang
upon
it
like
one
almost
helpless
with
weariness
;
and
by
the
time
he
pushed
open
the
change-house
door
,
he
seemed
to
be
half
carrying
me
.
The
maid
appeared
surprised
(
as
well
she
might
be
)
at
our
speedy
return
;
but
Alan
had
no
words
to
spare
for
her
in
explanation
,
helped
me
to
a
chair
,
called
for
a
tass
of
brandy
with
which
he
fed
me
in
little
sips
,
and
then
breaking
up
the
bread
and
cheese
helped
me
to
eat
it
like
a
nursery-lass
;
the
whole
with
that
grave
,
concerned
,
affectionate
countenance
,
that
might
have
imposed
upon
a
judge
.
It
was
small
wonder
if
the
maid
were
taken
with
the
picture
we
presented
,
of
a
poor
,
sick
,
overwrought
lad
and
his
most
tender
comrade
.
She
drew
quite
near
,
and
stood
leaning
with
her
back
on
the
next
table
.
"
What
's
like
wrong
with
him
?
"
said
she
at
last
.
Alan
turned
upon
her
,
to
my
great
wonder
,
with
a
kind
of
fury
.
"
Wrong
?
"
cries
he
.
"
He
's
walked
more
hundreds
of
miles
than
he
has
hairs
upon
his
chin
,
and
slept
oftener
in
wet
heather
than
dry
sheets
.
Wrong
,
quo
'
she
!
Wrong
enough
,
I
would
think
!
Wrong
,
indeed
!
"
and
he
kept
grumbling
to
himself
as
he
fed
me
,
like
a
man
ill-pleased
.
"
He
's
young
for
the
like
of
that
,
"
said
the
maid
.
"
Ower
young
,
"
said
Alan
,
with
his
back
to
her
.
"
He
would
be
better
riding
,
"
says
she
.
"
And
where
could
I
get
a
horse
to
him
?
"
cried
Alan
,
turning
on
her
with
the
same
appearance
of
fury
.
"
Would
ye
have
me
steal
?
"
