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"
And
what
for
why
?
"
asked
Ebenezer
.
"
Why
,
Mr.
Balfour
,
"
replied
Alan
,
"
by
all
that
I
could
hear
,
there
were
two
ways
of
it
:
either
ye
liked
David
and
would
pay
to
get
him
back
;
or
else
ye
had
very
good
reasons
for
not
wanting
him
,
and
would
pay
for
us
to
keep
him
.
It
seems
it
's
not
the
first
;
well
then
,
it
's
the
second
;
and
blythe
am
I
to
ken
it
,
for
it
should
be
a
pretty
penny
in
my
pocket
and
the
pockets
of
my
friends
.
"
"
I
dinnae
follow
ye
there
,
"
said
my
uncle
.
"
No
?
"
said
Alan
.
"
Well
,
see
here
:
you
dinnae
want
the
lad
back
;
well
,
what
do
ye
want
done
with
him
,
and
how
much
will
ye
pay
?
"
My
uncle
made
no
answer
,
but
shifted
uneasily
on
his
seat
.
"
Come
,
sir
,
"
cried
Alan
.
"
I
would
have
you
to
ken
that
I
am
a
gentleman
;
I
bear
a
king
's
name
;
I
am
nae
rider
to
kick
my
shanks
at
your
hall
door
.
Either
give
me
an
answer
in
civility
,
and
that
out
of
hand
;
or
by
the
top
of
Glencoe
,
I
will
ram
three
feet
of
iron
through
your
vitals
.
"
"
Eh
,
man
,
"
cried
my
uncle
,
scrambling
to
his
feet
,
"
give
me
a
meenit
!
What
's
like
wrong
with
ye
?
I
'm
just
a
plain
man
and
nae
dancing
master
;
and
I
'm
tryin
to
be
as
ceevil
as
it
's
morally
possible
.
As
for
that
wild
talk
,
it
's
fair
disrepitable
.
Vitals
,
says
you
!
And
where
would
I
be
with
my
blunderbush
?
"
he
snarled
.
"
Powder
and
your
auld
hands
are
but
as
the
snail
to
the
swallow
against
the
bright
steel
in
the
hands
of
Alan
,
"
said
the
other
.
"
Before
your
jottering
finger
could
find
the
trigger
,
the
hilt
would
dirl
on
your
breast-bane
.
"
"
Eh
,
man
,
whae
's
denying
it
?
"
said
my
uncle
.
"
Pit
it
as
ye
please
,
hae
'
t
your
ain
way
;
I
'll
do
naething
to
cross
ye
.
Just
tell
me
what
like
ye
'll
be
wanting
,
and
ye
'll
see
that
we
'll
can
agree
fine
.
"
