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In
the
meanwhile
,
I
was
innocent
of
any
wrong
being
done
me
.
For
not
only
I
knew
no
word
of
the
Gaelic
;
but
what
with
the
long
suspense
of
the
waiting
,
and
the
scurry
and
strain
of
our
two
spirts
of
fighting
,
and
more
than
all
,
the
horror
I
had
of
some
of
my
own
share
in
it
,
the
thing
was
no
sooner
over
than
I
was
glad
to
stagger
to
a
seat
.
There
was
that
tightness
on
my
chest
that
I
could
hardly
breathe
;
the
thought
of
the
two
men
I
had
shot
sat
upon
me
like
a
nightmare
;
and
all
upon
a
sudden
,
and
before
I
had
a
guess
of
what
was
coming
,
I
began
to
sob
and
cry
like
any
child
.
Alan
clapped
my
shoulder
,
and
said
I
was
a
brave
lad
and
wanted
nothing
but
a
sleep
.
"
I
'll
take
the
first
watch
,
"
said
he
.
"
Ye
've
done
well
by
me
,
David
,
first
and
last
;
and
I
would
n't
lose
you
for
all
Appin
--
no
,
nor
for
Breadalbane
.
"
So
I
made
up
my
bed
on
the
floor
;
and
he
took
the
first
spell
,
pistol
in
hand
and
sword
on
knee
,
three
hours
by
the
captain
's
watch
upon
the
wall
.
Then
he
roused
me
up
,
and
I
took
my
turn
of
three
hours
;
before
the
end
of
which
it
was
broad
day
,
and
a
very
quiet
morning
,
with
a
smooth
,
rolling
sea
that
tossed
the
ship
and
made
the
blood
run
to
and
fro
on
the
round-house
floor
,
and
a
heavy
rain
that
drummed
upon
the
roof
.
All
my
watch
there
was
nothing
stirring
;
and
by
the
banging
of
the
helm
,
I
knew
they
had
even
no
one
at
the
tiller
.
Indeed
(
as
I
learned
afterwards
)
there
were
so
many
of
them
hurt
or
dead
,
and
the
rest
in
so
ill
a
temper
,
that
Mr.
Riach
and
the
captain
had
to
take
turn
and
turn
like
Alan
and
me
,
or
the
brig
might
have
gone
ashore
and
nobody
the
wiser
It
was
a
mercy
the
night
had
fallen
so
still
,
for
the
wind
had
gone
down
as
soon
as
the
rain
began
.
Even
as
it
was
,
I
judged
by
the
wailing
of
a
great
number
of
gulls
that
went
crying
and
fishing
round
the
ship
,
that
she
must
have
drifted
pretty
near
the
coast
or
one
of
the
islands
of
the
Hebrides
;
and
at
last
,
looking
out
of
the
door
of
the
round-house
,
I
saw
the
great
stone
hills
of
Skye
on
the
right
hand
,
and
,
a
little
more
astern
,
the
strange
isle
of
Rum
.
Alan
and
I
sat
down
to
breakfast
about
six
of
the
clock
.
The
floor
was
covered
with
broken
glass
and
in
a
horrid
mess
of
blood
,
which
took
away
my
hunger
.
In
all
other
ways
we
were
in
a
situation
not
only
agreeable
but
merry
;
having
ousted
the
officers
from
their
own
cabin
,
and
having
at
command
all
the
drink
in
the
ship
--
both
wine
and
spirits
--
and
all
the
dainty
part
of
what
was
eatable
,
such
as
the
pickles
and
the
fine
sort
of
bread
.
This
,
of
itself
,
was
enough
to
set
us
in
good
humour
,
but
the
richest
part
of
it
was
this
,
that
the
two
thirstiest
men
that
ever
came
out
of
Scotland
(
Mr.
Shuan
being
dead
)
were
now
shut
in
the
fore-part
of
the
ship
and
condemned
to
what
they
hated
most
--
cold
water
.
"
And
depend
upon
it
,
"
Alan
said
,
"
we
shall
hear
more
of
them
ere
long
.
Ye
may
keep
a
man
from
the
fighting
,
but
never
from
his
bottle
.
"
We
made
good
company
for
each
other
.
Alan
,
indeed
,
expressed
himself
most
lovingly
;
and
taking
a
knife
from
the
table
,
cut
me
off
one
of
the
silver
buttons
from
his
coat
.
"
I
had
them
,
"
says
he
,
"
from
my
father
,
Duncan
Stewart
;
and
now
give
ye
one
of
them
to
be
a
keepsake
for
last
night
's
work
.
And
wherever
ye
go
and
show
that
button
,
the
friends
of
Alan
Breck
will
come
around
you
.
"
