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"
And
what
for
no
?
"
said
he
.
"
I
am
seeking
somebody
,
"
said
I
;
"
and
it
comes
in
my
mind
that
you
will
have
news
of
him
.
Alan
Breck
Stewart
is
his
name
.
"
And
very
foolishly
,
instead
of
showing
him
the
button
,
I
sought
to
pass
a
shilling
in
his
hand
.
At
this
he
drew
back
.
"
I
am
very
much
affronted
,
"
he
said
;
"
and
this
is
not
the
way
that
one
shentleman
should
behave
to
another
at
all
.
The
man
you
ask
for
is
in
France
;
but
if
he
was
in
my
sporran
,
"
says
he
,
"
and
your
belly
full
of
shillings
,
I
would
not
hurt
a
hair
upon
his
body
.
"
I
saw
I
had
gone
the
wrong
way
to
work
,
and
without
wasting
time
upon
apologies
,
showed
him
the
button
lying
in
the
hollow
of
my
palm
.
"
Aweel
,
aweel
,
"
said
Neil
;
"
and
I
think
ye
might
have
begun
with
that
end
of
the
stick
,
whatever
!
But
if
ye
are
the
lad
with
the
silver
button
,
all
is
well
,
and
I
have
the
word
to
see
that
ye
come
safe
.
But
if
ye
will
pardon
me
to
speak
plainly
,
"
says
he
,
"
there
is
a
name
that
you
should
never
take
into
your
mouth
,
and
that
is
the
name
of
Alan
Breck
;
and
there
is
a
thing
that
ye
would
never
do
,
and
that
is
to
offer
your
dirty
money
to
a
Hieland
shentleman
.
"
It
was
not
very
easy
to
apologise
;
for
I
could
scarce
tell
him
(
what
was
the
truth
)
that
I
had
never
dreamed
he
would
set
up
to
be
a
gentleman
until
he
told
me
so
.
Neil
on
his
part
had
no
wish
to
prolong
his
dealings
with
me
,
only
to
fulfil
his
orders
and
be
done
with
it
;
and
he
made
haste
to
give
me
my
route
.
This
was
to
lie
the
night
in
Kinlochaline
in
the
public
inn
;
to
cross
Morven
the
next
day
to
Ardgour
,
and
lie
the
night
in
the
house
of
one
John
of
the
Claymore
,
who
was
warned
that
I
might
come
;
the
third
day
,
to
be
set
across
one
loch
at
Corran
and
another
at
Balachulish
,
and
then
ask
my
way
to
the
house
of
James
of
the
Glens
,
at
Aucharn
in
Duror
of
Appin
.
There
was
a
good
deal
of
ferrying
,
as
you
hear
;
the
sea
in
all
this
part
running
deep
into
the
mountains
and
winding
about
their
roots
.
It
makes
the
country
strong
to
hold
and
difficult
to
travel
,
but
full
of
prodigious
wild
and
dreadful
prospects
.
I
had
some
other
advice
from
Neil
:
to
speak
with
no
one
by
the
way
,
to
avoid
Whigs
,
Campbells
,
and
the
"
red-soldiers
;
"
to
leave
the
road
and
lie
in
a
bush
if
I
saw
any
of
the
latter
coming
,
"
for
it
was
never
chancy
to
meet
in
with
them
;
"
and
in
brief
,
to
conduct
myself
like
a
robber
or
a
Jacobite
agent
,
as
perhaps
Neil
thought
me
.
The
inn
at
Kinlochaline
was
the
most
beggarly
vile
place
that
ever
pigs
were
styed
in
,
full
of
smoke
,
vermin
,
and
silent
Highlanders
.
I
was
not
only
discontented
with
my
lodging
,
but
with
myself
for
my
mismanagement
of
Neil
,
and
thought
I
could
hardly
be
worse
off
.
But
very
wrongly
,
as
I
was
soon
to
see
;
for
I
had
not
been
half
an
hour
at
the
inn
(
standing
in
the
door
most
of
the
time
,
to
ease
my
eyes
from
the
peat
smoke
)
when
a
thunderstorm
came
close
by
,
the
springs
broke
in
a
little
hill
on
which
the
inn
stood
,
and
one
end
of
the
house
became
a
running
water
.
Places
of
public
entertainment
were
bad
enough
all
over
Scotland
in
those
days
;
yet
it
was
a
wonder
to
myself
,
when
I
had
to
go
from
the
fireside
to
the
bed
in
which
I
slept
,
wading
over
the
shoes
.
