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"
I
wonder
at
your
father
's
son
,
"
cried
Alan
,
sternly
.
"
Would
ye
sell
the
lad
with
a
gift
?
Would
ye
change
his
clothes
and
then
betray
him
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
Alan
,
"
said
James
.
"
No
,
no
:
the
habit
he
took
off
--
the
habit
Mungo
saw
him
in
.
"
But
I
thought
he
seemed
crestfallen
;
indeed
,
he
was
clutching
at
every
straw
,
and
all
the
time
,
I
dare
say
,
saw
the
faces
of
his
hereditary
foes
on
the
bench
,
and
in
the
jury-box
,
and
the
gallows
in
the
background
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
says
Alan
,
turning
to
me
,
"
what
say
ye
to
that
?
Ye
are
here
under
the
safeguard
of
my
honour
;
and
it
's
my
part
to
see
nothing
done
but
what
shall
please
you
.
"
"
I
have
but
one
word
to
say
,
"
said
I
;
"
for
to
all
this
dispute
I
am
a
perfect
stranger
.
But
the
plain
common-sense
is
to
set
the
blame
where
it
belongs
,
and
that
is
on
the
man
who
fired
the
shot
.
Paper
him
,
as
ye
call
it
,
set
the
hunt
on
him
;
and
let
honest
,
innocent
folk
show
their
faces
in
safety
.
"
But
at
this
both
Alan
and
James
cried
out
in
horror
;
bidding
me
hold
my
tongue
,
for
that
was
not
to
be
thought
of
;
and
asking
me
what
the
Camerons
would
think
?
(
which
confirmed
me
,
it
must
have
been
a
Cameron
from
Mamore
that
did
the
act
)
and
if
I
did
not
see
that
the
lad
might
be
caught
?
"
Ye
havenae
surely
thought
of
that
?
"
said
they
,
with
such
innocent
earnestness
,
that
my
hands
dropped
at
my
side
and
I
despaired
of
argument
.
"
Very
well
,
then
,
"
said
I
,
"
paper
me
,
if
you
please
,
paper
Alan
,
paper
King
George
!
We
're
all
three
innocent
,
and
that
seems
to
be
what
's
wanted
.
But
at
least
,
sir
,
"
said
I
to
James
,
recovering
from
my
little
fit
of
annoyance
,
"
I
am
Alan
's
friend
,
and
if
I
can
be
helpful
to
friends
of
his
,
I
will
not
stumble
at
the
risk
.
"
I
thought
it
best
to
put
a
fair
face
on
my
consent
,
for
I
saw
Alan
troubled
;
and
,
besides
(
thinks
I
to
myself
)
,
as
soon
as
my
back
is
turned
,
they
will
paper
me
,
as
they
call
it
,
whether
I
consent
or
not
.
But
in
this
I
saw
I
was
wrong
;
for
I
had
no
sooner
said
the
words
,
than
Mrs.
Stewart
leaped
out
of
her
chair
,
came
running
over
to
us
,
and
wept
first
upon
my
neck
and
then
on
Alan
's
,
blessing
God
for
our
goodness
to
her
family
.
"
As
for
you
,
Alan
,
it
was
no
more
than
your
bounden
duty
,
"
she
said
"
But
for
this
lad
that
has
come
here
and
seen
us
at
our
worst
,
and
seen
the
goodman
fleeching
like
a
suitor
,
him
that
by
rights
should
give
his
commands
like
any
king
--
as
for
you
,
my
lad
,
"
she
says
,
"
my
heart
is
wae
not
to
have
your
name
,
but
I
have
your
face
;
and
as
long
as
my
heart
beats
under
my
bosom
,
I
will
keep
it
,
and
think
of
it
,
and
bless
it
.
"
And
with
that
she
kissed
me
,
and
burst
once
more
into
such
sobbing
,
that
I
stood
abashed
.
"
Hoot
,
hoot
,
"
said
Alan
,
looking
mighty
silly
.
"
The
day
comes
unco
soon
in
this
month
of
July
;
and
to-morrow
there
'll
be
a
fine
to-do
in
Appin
,
a
fine
riding
of
dragoons
,
and
crying
of
'
Cruachan
!
'
and
running
of
red-coats
;
and
it
behoves
you
and
me
to
the
sooner
be
gone
.
"
