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Night
fell
as
we
were
walking
,
and
the
clouds
,
which
had
broken
up
in
the
afternoon
,
settled
in
and
thickened
,
so
that
it
fell
,
for
the
season
of
the
year
,
extremely
dark
.
The
way
we
went
was
over
rough
mountainsides
;
and
though
Alan
pushed
on
with
an
assured
manner
,
I
could
by
no
means
see
how
he
directed
himself
.
At
last
,
about
half-past
ten
of
the
clock
,
we
came
to
the
top
of
a
brae
,
and
saw
lights
below
us
.
It
seemed
a
house
door
stood
open
and
let
out
a
beam
of
fire
and
candle-light
;
and
all
round
the
house
and
steading
five
or
six
persons
were
moving
hurriedly
about
,
each
carrying
a
lighted
brand
.
"
James
must
have
tint
his
wits
,
"
said
Alan
.
"
If
this
was
the
soldiers
instead
of
you
and
me
,
he
would
be
in
a
bonny
mess
.
But
I
dare
say
he
'll
have
a
sentry
on
the
road
,
and
he
would
ken
well
enough
no
soldiers
would
find
the
way
that
we
came
.
"
Hereupon
he
whistled
three
times
,
in
a
particular
manner
.
It
was
strange
to
see
how
,
at
the
first
sound
of
it
,
all
the
moving
torches
came
to
a
stand
,
as
if
the
bearers
were
affrighted
;
and
how
,
at
the
third
,
the
bustle
began
again
as
before
.
Having
thus
set
folks
'
minds
at
rest
,
we
came
down
the
brae
,
and
were
met
at
the
yard
gate
(
for
this
place
was
like
a
well-doing
farm
)
by
a
tall
,
handsome
man
of
more
than
fifty
,
who
cried
out
to
Alan
in
the
Gaelic
.
"
James
Stewart
,
"
said
Alan
,
"
I
will
ask
ye
to
speak
in
Scotch
,
for
here
is
a
young
gentleman
with
me
that
has
nane
of
the
other
.
This
is
him
,
"
he
added
,
putting
his
arm
through
mine
,
"
a
young
gentleman
of
the
Lowlands
,
and
a
laird
in
his
country
too
,
but
I
am
thinking
it
will
be
the
better
for
his
health
if
we
give
his
name
the
go-by
.
"
James
of
the
Glens
turned
to
me
for
a
moment
,
and
greeted
me
courteously
enough
;
the
next
he
had
turned
to
Alan
.
"
This
has
been
a
dreadful
accident
,
"
he
cried
.
"
It
will
bring
trouble
on
the
country
.
"
And
he
wrung
his
hands
.
"
Hoots
!
"
said
Alan
,
"
ye
must
take
the
sour
with
the
sweet
,
man
.
Colin
Roy
is
dead
,
and
be
thankful
for
that
!
"
