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But
by-and-by
,
that
came
to
his
ears
that
I
have
just
told
you
;
how
the
poor
commons
of
Appin
,
the
farmers
and
the
crofters
and
the
boumen
,
were
wringing
their
very
plaids
to
get
a
second
rent
,
and
send
it
over-seas
for
Ardshiel
and
his
poor
bairns
.
What
was
it
ye
called
it
,
when
I
told
ye
?
"
"
I
called
it
noble
,
Alan
,
"
said
I.
"
And
you
little
better
than
a
common
Whig
!
"
cries
Alan
.
"
But
when
it
came
to
Colin
Roy
,
the
black
Campbell
blood
in
him
ran
wild
.
He
sat
gnashing
his
teeth
at
the
wine
table
.
What
!
should
a
Stewart
get
a
bite
of
bread
,
and
him
not
be
able
to
prevent
it
?
Ah
!
Red
Fox
,
if
ever
I
hold
you
at
a
gun
's
end
,
the
Lord
have
pity
upon
ye
!
"
(
Alan
stopped
to
swallow
down
his
anger
.
)
"
Well
,
David
,
what
does
he
do
?
He
declares
all
the
farms
to
let
.
And
,
thinks
he
,
in
his
black
heart
,
'
I
'll
soon
get
other
tenants
that
'll
overbid
these
Stewarts
,
and
Maccolls
,
and
Macrobs
'
(
for
these
are
all
names
in
my
clan
,
David
)
;
'
and
then
,
'
thinks
he
,
'
Ardshiel
will
have
to
hold
his
bonnet
on
a
French
roadside
.
"'
"
Well
,
"
said
I
,
"
what
followed
?
"
Alan
laid
down
his
pipe
,
which
he
had
long
since
suffered
to
go
out
,
and
set
his
two
hands
upon
his
knees
.
"
Ay
,
"
said
he
,
"
ye
'll
never
guess
that
!
For
these
same
Stewarts
,
and
Maccolls
,
and
Macrobs
(
that
had
two
rents
to
pay
,
one
to
King
George
by
stark
force
,
and
one
to
Ardshiel
by
natural
kindness
)
offered
him
a
better
price
than
any
Campbell
in
all
broad
Scotland
;
and
far
he
sent
seeking
them
--
as
far
as
to
the
sides
of
Clyde
and
the
cross
of
Edinburgh
--
seeking
,
and
fleeching
,
and
begging
them
to
come
,
where
there
was
a
Stewart
to
be
starved
and
a
red-headed
hound
of
a
Campbell
to
be
pleasured
!
"
"
Well
,
Alan
,
"
said
I
,
"
that
is
a
strange
story
,
and
a
fine
one
,
too
.
And
Whig
as
I
may
be
,
I
am
glad
the
man
was
beaten
.
"
"
Him
beaten
?
"
echoed
Alan
.
"
It
's
little
ye
ken
of
Campbells
,
and
less
of
the
Red
Fox
.
Him
beaten
?
No
:
nor
will
be
,
till
his
blood
's
on
the
hillside
!
But
if
the
day
comes
,
David
man
,
that
I
can
find
time
and
leisure
for
a
bit
of
hunting
,
there
grows
not
enough
heather
in
all
Scotland
to
hide
him
from
my
vengeance
!
"
"
Man
Alan
,
"
said
I
,
"
ye
are
neither
very
wise
nor
very
Christian
to
blow
off
so
many
words
of
anger
.
They
will
do
the
man
ye
call
the
Fox
no
harm
,
and
yourself
no
good
.
Tell
me
your
tale
plainly
out
.
What
did
he
next
?
"
"
And
that
's
a
good
observe
,
David
,
"
said
Alan
.
"
Troth
and
indeed
,
they
will
do
him
no
harm
;
the
more
's
the
pity
!
And
barring
that
about
Christianity
(
of
which
my
opinion
is
quite
otherwise
,
or
I
would
be
nae
Christian
)
,
I
am
much
of
your
mind
.
"
