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And if there should come to

be any question, here is your excuse. Our lives were in danger by

these savages; being answerable for my safety, you chose the part

to bring me from their neighbourhood and detain me the rest of the

time on board your boat: and do you know, Andie?" says I, with a

smile, "I think it was very wisely chosen,"

"The truth is I have nae goo for Neil," says Andie, "nor he for me,

I'm thinking; and I would like ill to come to my hands wi' the man.

Tam Anster will make a better hand of it with the cattle onyway."

(For this man, Anster, came from Fife, where the Gaelic is still

spoken.) "Ay, ay!" says Andie, "Tam'll can deal with them the

best. And troth! the mair I think of it, the less I see we would

be required. The place--ay, feggs! they had forgot the place. Eh,

Shaws, ye're a lang-heided chield when ye like! Forby that I'm

awing ye my life," he added, with more solemnity, and offered me

his hand upon the bargain.

Whereupon, with scarce more words, we stepped suddenly on board the

boat, cast off, and set the lug. The Gregara were then busy upon

breakfast, for the cookery was their usual part; but, one of them

stepping to the battlements, our flight was observed before we were

twenty fathoms from the rock; and the three of them ran about the

ruins and the landing-shelf, for all the world like ants about a

broken nest, hailing and crying on us to return. We were still in

both the lee and the shadow of the rock, which last lay broad upon

the waters, but presently came forth in almost the same moment into

the wind and sunshine; the sail filled, the boat heeled to the

gunwale, and we swept immediately beyond sound of the men's voices.

To what terrors they endured upon the rock, where they were now

deserted without the countenance of any civilised person or so much

as the protection of a Bible, no limit can be set; nor had they any

brandy left to be their consolation, for even in the haste and

secrecy of our departure Andie had managed to remove it.

It was our first care to set Anster ashore in a cove by the

Glenteithy Rocks, so that the deliverance of our maroons might be

duly seen to the next day. Thence we kept away up Firth. The

breeze, which was then so spirited, swiftly declined, but never

wholly failed us. All day we kept moving, though often not much

more; and it was after dark ere we were up with the Queensferry.

To keep the letter of Andie's engagement (or what was left of it) I

must remain on board, but I thought no harm to communicate with the

shore in writing. On Prestongrange's cover, where the Government

seal must have a good deal surprised my correspondent, I writ, by

the boat's lantern, a few necessary words, aboard and Andie carried

them to Rankeillor. In about an hour he came again, with a purse

of money and the assurance that a good horse should be standing

saddled for me by two to-morrow at Clackmannan Pool. This done,

and the boat riding by her stone anchor, we lay down to sleep under

the sail.

We were in the Pool the next day long ere two; and there was

nothing left for me but to sit and wait. I felt little alacrity

upon my errand. I would have been glad of any passable excuse to

lay it down; but none being to be found, my uneasiness was no less

great than if I had been running to some desired pleasure. By

shortly after one the horse was at the waterside, and I could see a

man walking it to and fro till I should land, which vastly swelled

my impatience. Andie ran the moment of my liberation very fine,

showing himself a man of his bare word, but scarce serving his

employers with a heaped measure; and by about fifty seconds after

two I was in the saddle and on the full stretch for Stirling. In a

little more than an hour I had passed that town, and was already

mounting Alan Water side, when the weather broke in a small

tempest. The rain blinded me, the wind had nearly beat me from the

saddle, and the first darkness of the night surprised me in a

wilderness still some way east of Balwhidder, not very sure of my

direction and mounted on a horse that began already to be weary.

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