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"
Anyway
,
"
says
the
lawyer
,
"
we
shall
do
better
to
bide
where
we
are
,
and
let
the
soldiers
rally
us
.
"
"
If
you
are
concerned
for
me
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
am
neither
of
his
people
nor
yours
,
but
an
honest
subject
of
King
George
,
owing
no
man
and
fearing
no
man
.
"
"
Why
,
very
well
said
,
"
replies
the
Factor
.
"
But
if
I
may
make
so
bold
as
ask
,
what
does
this
honest
man
so
far
from
his
country
?
and
why
does
he
come
seeking
the
brother
of
Ardshiel
?
I
have
power
here
,
I
must
tell
you
.
I
am
King
's
Factor
upon
several
of
these
estates
,
and
have
twelve
files
of
soldiers
at
my
back
.
"
"
I
have
heard
a
waif
word
in
the
country
,
"
said
I
,
a
little
nettled
,
"
that
you
were
a
hard
man
to
drive
.
"
He
still
kept
looking
at
me
,
as
if
in
doubt
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
at
last
,
"
your
tongue
is
bold
;
but
I
am
no
unfriend
to
plainness
.
If
ye
had
asked
me
the
way
to
the
door
of
James
Stewart
on
any
other
day
but
this
,
I
would
have
set
ye
right
and
bidden
ye
God
speed
.
But
to-day
--
eh
,
Mungo
?
"
And
he
turned
again
to
look
at
the
lawyer
.
But
just
as
he
turned
there
came
the
shot
of
a
firelock
from
higher
up
the
hill
;
and
with
the
very
sound
of
it
Glenure
fell
upon
the
road
.
"
O
,
I
am
dead
!
"
he
cried
,
several
times
over
.
The
lawyer
had
caught
him
up
and
held
him
in
his
arms
,
the
servant
standing
over
and
clasping
his
hands
.
And
now
the
wounded
man
looked
from
one
to
another
with
scared
eyes
,
and
there
was
a
change
in
his
voice
,
that
went
to
the
heart
.
"
Take
care
of
yourselves
,
"
says
he
.
"
I
am
dead
.
"
