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"
There
's
the
skylight
,
"
said
I.
"
But
indeed
,
Mr.
Stewart
,
I
would
need
to
have
eyes
upon
both
sides
to
keep
the
two
of
them
;
for
when
my
face
is
at
the
one
,
my
back
is
to
the
other
.
"
"
And
that
's
very
true
,
"
said
Alan
.
"
But
have
ye
no
ears
to
your
head
?
"
"
To
be
sure
!
"
cried
I.
"
I
must
hear
the
bursting
of
the
glass
!
"
"
Ye
have
some
rudiments
of
sense
,
"
said
Alan
,
grimly
.
But
now
our
time
of
truce
was
come
to
an
end
.
Those
on
deck
had
waited
for
my
coming
till
they
grew
impatient
;
and
scarce
had
Alan
spoken
,
when
the
captain
showed
face
in
the
open
door
.
"
Stand
!
"
cried
Alan
,
and
pointed
his
sword
at
him
.
The
captain
stood
,
indeed
;
but
he
neither
winced
nor
drew
back
a
foot
.
"
A
naked
sword
?
"
says
he
.
"
This
is
a
strange
return
for
hospitality
.
"
"
Do
ye
see
me
?
"
said
Alan
.
"
I
am
come
of
kings
;
I
bear
a
king
's
name
.
My
badge
is
the
oak
.
Do
ye
see
my
sword
?
It
has
slashed
the
heads
off
mair
Whigamores
than
you
have
toes
upon
your
feet
.
Call
up
your
vermin
to
your
back
,
sir
,
and
fall
on
!
The
sooner
the
clash
begins
,
the
sooner
ye
'll
taste
this
steel
throughout
your
vitals
.
"
The
captain
said
nothing
to
Alan
,
but
he
looked
over
at
me
with
an
ugly
look
.
"
David
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
'll
mind
this
;
"
and
the
sound
of
his
voice
went
through
me
with
a
jar
.
Next
moment
he
was
gone
.
