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As
long
as
we
went
down
a
heathery
valley
that
lay
before
Mr.
Maclean
's
house
,
all
went
well
;
only
my
guide
looked
constantly
over
his
shoulder
,
and
when
I
asked
him
the
cause
,
only
grinned
at
me
.
No
sooner
,
however
,
had
we
crossed
the
back
of
a
hill
,
and
got
out
of
sight
of
the
house
windows
,
than
he
told
me
Torosay
lay
right
in
front
,
and
that
a
hill-top
(
which
he
pointed
out
)
was
my
best
landmark
.
"
I
care
very
little
for
that
,
"
said
I
,
"
since
you
are
going
with
me
.
"
The
impudent
cheat
answered
me
in
the
Gaelic
that
he
had
no
English
.
"
My
fine
fellow
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
know
very
well
your
English
comes
and
goes
.
Tell
me
what
will
bring
it
back
?
Is
it
more
money
you
wish
?
"
"
Five
shillings
mair
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
hersel
'
will
bring
ye
there
.
"
I
reflected
awhile
and
then
offered
him
two
,
which
he
accepted
greedily
,
and
insisted
on
having
in
his
hands
at
once
"
for
luck
,
"
as
he
said
,
but
I
think
it
was
rather
for
my
misfortune
.
The
two
shillings
carried
him
not
quite
as
many
miles
;
at
the
end
of
which
distance
,
he
sat
down
upon
the
wayside
and
took
off
his
brogues
from
his
feet
,
like
a
man
about
to
rest
.
I
was
now
red-hot
.
"
Ha
!
"
said
I
,
"
have
you
no
more
English
?
"
He
said
impudently
,
"
No
.
"
