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"
Is
that
so
?
"
said
I.
"
I
'll
tell
ye
more
than
that
,
"
said
he
.
"
It
's
not
only
the
men
;
it
's
me
.
I
'm
frich
'
ened
,
Davie
.
"
And
he
smiled
across
at
me
.
"
No
,
"
he
continued
,
"
what
we
want
is
to
be
shut
of
him
.
"
Thereupon
I
consulted
with
Alan
,
and
the
parley
was
agreed
to
and
parole
given
upon
either
side
;
but
this
was
not
the
whole
of
Mr.
Riach
's
business
,
and
he
now
begged
me
for
a
dram
with
such
instancy
and
such
reminders
of
his
former
kindness
,
that
at
last
I
handed
him
a
pannikin
with
about
a
gill
of
brandy
.
He
drank
a
part
,
and
then
carried
the
rest
down
upon
the
deck
,
to
share
it
(
I
suppose
)
with
his
superior
.
A
little
after
,
the
captain
came
(
as
was
agreed
)
to
one
of
the
windows
,
and
stood
there
in
the
rain
,
with
his
arm
in
a
sling
,
and
looking
stern
and
pale
,
and
so
old
that
my
heart
smote
me
for
having
fired
upon
him
.
Alan
at
once
held
a
pistol
in
his
face
.
"
Put
that
thing
up
!
"
said
the
captain
.
"
Have
I
not
passed
my
word
,
sir
?
or
do
ye
seek
to
affront
me
?
"
"
Captain
,
"
says
Alan
,
"
I
doubt
your
word
is
a
breakable
.
Last
night
ye
haggled
and
argle-bargled
like
an
apple-wife
;
and
then
passed
me
your
word
,
and
gave
me
your
hand
to
back
it
;
and
ye
ken
very
well
what
was
the
upshot
.
Be
damned
to
your
word
!
"
says
he
.
"
Well
,
well
,
sir
,
"
said
the
captain
,
"
ye
'll
get
little
good
by
swearing
.
"
(
And
truly
that
was
a
fault
of
which
the
captain
was
quite
free
.
)
"
But
we
have
other
things
to
speak
,
"
he
continued
,
bitterly
.
"
Ye
've
made
a
sore
hash
of
my
brig
;
I
have
n't
hands
enough
left
to
work
her
;
and
my
first
officer
(
whom
I
could
ill
spare
)
has
got
your
sword
throughout
his
vitals
,
and
passed
without
speech
.
There
is
nothing
left
me
,
sir
,
but
to
put
back
into
the
port
of
Glasgow
after
hands
;
and
there
(
by
your
leave
)
ye
will
find
them
that
are
better
able
to
talk
to
you
.
"
"
Ay
?
"
said
Alan
;
"
and
faith
,
I
'll
have
a
talk
with
them
mysel
'
!
Unless
there
's
naebody
speaks
English
in
that
town
,
I
have
a
bonny
tale
for
them
.
Fifteen
tarry
sailors
upon
the
one
side
,
and
a
man
and
a
halfling
boy
upon
the
other
!
O
,
man
,
it
's
peetiful
!
"
