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"
Ay
,
David
,
both
,
"
says
he
.
"
What
!
two
rents
?
"
I
repeated
.
"
Ay
,
David
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
told
a
different
tale
to
yon
captain
man
;
but
this
is
the
truth
of
it
.
And
it
's
wonderful
to
me
how
little
pressure
is
needed
.
But
that
's
the
handiwork
of
my
good
kinsman
and
my
father
's
friend
,
James
of
the
Glens
:
James
Stewart
,
that
is
:
Ardshiel
's
half-brother
.
He
it
is
that
gets
the
money
in
,
and
does
the
management
.
"
This
was
the
first
time
I
heard
the
name
of
that
James
Stewart
,
who
was
afterwards
so
famous
at
the
time
of
his
hanging
.
But
I
took
little
heed
at
the
moment
,
for
all
my
mind
was
occupied
with
the
generosity
of
these
poor
Highlanders
.
"
I
call
it
noble
,
"
I
cried
.
"
I
'm
a
Whig
,
or
little
better
;
but
I
call
it
noble
.
"
"
Ay
"
said
he
,
"
ye
're
a
Whig
,
but
ye
're
a
gentleman
;
and
that
's
what
does
it
.
Now
,
if
ye
were
one
of
the
cursed
race
of
Campbell
,
ye
would
gnash
your
teeth
to
hear
tell
of
it
.
If
ye
were
the
Red
Fox
...
"
And
at
that
name
,
his
teeth
shut
together
,
and
he
ceased
speaking
.
I
have
seen
many
a
grim
face
,
but
never
a
grimmer
than
Alan
's
when
he
had
named
the
Red
Fox
.
"
And
who
is
the
Red
Fox
?
"
I
asked
,
daunted
,
but
still
curious
.
"
Who
is
he
?
"
cried
Alan
.
"
Well
,
and
I
'll
tell
you
that
.
When
the
men
of
the
clans
were
broken
at
Culloden
,
and
the
good
cause
went
down
,
and
the
horses
rode
over
the
fetlocks
in
the
best
blood
of
the
north
,
Ardshiel
had
to
flee
like
a
poor
deer
upon
the
mountains
--
he
and
his
lady
and
his
bairns
.
A
sair
job
we
had
of
it
before
we
got
him
shipped
;
and
while
he
still
lay
in
the
heather
,
the
English
rogues
,
that
couldnae
come
at
his
life
,
were
striking
at
his
rights
.
They
stripped
him
of
his
powers
;
they
stripped
him
of
his
lands
;
they
plucked
the
weapons
from
the
hands
of
his
clansmen
,
that
had
borne
arms
for
thirty
centuries
;
ay
,
and
the
very
clothes
off
their
backs
--
so
that
it
's
now
a
sin
to
wear
a
tartan
plaid
,
and
a
man
may
be
cast
into
a
gaol
if
he
has
but
a
kilt
about
his
legs
.
One
thing
they
couldnae
kill
.
That
was
the
love
the
clansmen
bore
their
chief
.
These
guineas
are
the
proof
of
it
.
And
now
,
in
there
steps
a
man
,
a
Campbell
,
red-headed
Colin
of
Glenure
--
--
"
"
Is
that
him
you
call
the
Red
Fox
?
"
said
I.
"
Will
ye
bring
me
his
brush
?
"
cries
Alan
,
fiercely
.
"
Ay
,
that
's
the
man
.
In
he
steps
,
and
gets
papers
from
King
George
,
to
be
so-called
King
's
factor
on
the
lands
of
Appin
.
And
at
first
he
sings
small
,
and
is
hail-fellow-well-met
with
Sheamus
--
that
's
James
of
the
Glens
,
my
chieftain
's
agent
.
