Fiction > Book editions > London, 1886 - Kidnapped

I COMe TO MY JOURNEY'S END.                15
"I am not ashamed of my name," said I. "They
call me David Balfour."
At that, I made sure the man started, for I heard the
blunderbuss rattle on the window-sill; and it was after
quite a long pause, and with a curious change of voice,
that the next question followed:
"Is your father dead?"
I was so much surprised at this, that I could find no
voice to answer, but stood staring.
"Ay," the man resumed, "he'll be dead, no doubt;
and that'll be what brings ye chapping to my door."
Another pause, and then, defiantly, "Well, man," he
said," I'll let ye in;" and he disappeared from the
window.