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"
And
what
would
he
kill
him
for
?
"
said
I.
"
And
what
for
,
but
just
to
get
the
place
,
"
said
he
.
"
The
place
?
"
said
I.
"
The
Shaws
?
"
"
Nae
other
place
that
I
ken
,
"
said
he
.
"
Ay
,
man
?
"
said
I.
"
Is
that
so
?
Was
my
--
was
Alexander
the
eldest
son
?
"
"'
Deed
was
he
,
"
said
the
landlord
.
"
What
else
would
he
have
killed
him
for
?
"
And
with
that
he
went
away
,
as
he
had
been
impatient
to
do
from
the
beginning
.
Of
course
,
I
had
guessed
it
a
long
while
ago
;
but
it
is
one
thing
to
guess
,
another
to
know
;
and
I
sat
stunned
with
my
good
fortune
,
and
could
scarce
grow
to
believe
that
the
same
poor
lad
who
had
trudged
in
the
dust
from
Ettrick
Forest
not
two
days
ago
,
was
now
one
of
the
rich
of
the
earth
,
and
had
a
house
and
broad
lands
,
and
might
mount
his
horse
tomorrow
.
All
these
pleasant
things
,
and
a
thousand
others
,
crowded
into
my
mind
,
as
I
sat
staring
before
me
out
of
the
inn
window
,
and
paying
no
heed
to
what
I
saw
;
only
I
remember
that
my
eye
lighted
on
Captain
Hoseason
down
on
the
pier
among
his
seamen
,
and
speaking
with
some
authority
.
And
presently
he
came
marching
back
towards
the
house
,
with
no
mark
of
a
sailor
's
clumsiness
,
but
carrying
his
fine
,
tall
figure
with
a
manly
bearing
,
and
still
with
the
same
sober
,
grave
expression
on
his
face
.
I
wondered
if
it
was
possible
that
Ransome
's
stories
could
be
true
,
and
half
disbelieved
them
;
they
fitted
so
ill
with
the
man
's
looks
.
But
indeed
,
he
was
neither
so
good
as
I
supposed
him
,
nor
quite
so
bad
as
Ransome
did
;
for
,
in
fact
,
he
was
two
men
,
and
left
the
better
one
behind
as
soon
as
he
set
foot
on
board
his
vessel
.
The
next
thing
,
I
heard
my
uncle
calling
me
,
and
found
the
pair
in
the
road
together
.
It
was
the
captain
who
addressed
me
,
and
that
with
an
air
(
very
flattering
to
a
young
lad
)
of
grave
equality
.
