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DAVID BALFOUR 149
"Betwixt and between," said I.
" No kind of a linrry about the man ? " he asked.
" Never a sign of it," said I.
" Nlim ! " said Alan, " it looks queer. We saw
nothing of them this morning on the Whins ; he's
passed us by, he doesnae seem to be looking, and yet
here he is on our road ! Dod, Davie, I begin to take
a notion. I think it's no you they're seeking, I think
it's me ; and I think they ken fine where they're
gaun."
" They ken ? " I asked.
" I think Andie Scougal's sold me — him or his mate
wha kent some part of the affair — or else Chairlie's
clerk callant, which would be a pity too," says Alan ;
"and if you askit me for just my inward private con-
viction, I think there'll be heads cracked on Gillane
sands."
"Alan," I cried, "if you're at all right there'll be
folk there and to spare. It'll be small service to crack
heads."
"It would aye be a satisfaction though," says Alan.
" But bide a bit, bide a bit ; I'm thinking — and thanks
to this bonny westland wind, I believe I've still a
chance of it. It's this way, Davie. I'm no trysted
with this man Scougal till the gloaming comes. But,"
says he, " if I can get a hit of a wind out of the west
I'll le there long or that/' he says, "and lie-to for ye
hehind the Isle of Fidra. Now if your gentry kens the
"Betwixt and between," said I.
" No kind of a linrry about the man ? " he asked.
" Never a sign of it," said I.
" Nlim ! " said Alan, " it looks queer. We saw
nothing of them this morning on the Whins ; he's
passed us by, he doesnae seem to be looking, and yet
here he is on our road ! Dod, Davie, I begin to take
a notion. I think it's no you they're seeking, I think
it's me ; and I think they ken fine where they're
gaun."
" They ken ? " I asked.
" I think Andie Scougal's sold me — him or his mate
wha kent some part of the affair — or else Chairlie's
clerk callant, which would be a pity too," says Alan ;
"and if you askit me for just my inward private con-
viction, I think there'll be heads cracked on Gillane
sands."
"Alan," I cried, "if you're at all right there'll be
folk there and to spare. It'll be small service to crack
heads."
"It would aye be a satisfaction though," says Alan.
" But bide a bit, bide a bit ; I'm thinking — and thanks
to this bonny westland wind, I believe I've still a
chance of it. It's this way, Davie. I'm no trysted
with this man Scougal till the gloaming comes. But,"
says he, " if I can get a hit of a wind out of the west
I'll le there long or that/' he says, "and lie-to for ye
hehind the Isle of Fidra. Now if your gentry kens the
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Written and printed matter > Books |
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Dates / events: |
1893 [Date published] Scotland History 18th century, 1701-1800 [Date/event in text] |
Places: |
North and Central America >
United States >
New York state >
New York
(county) [Place published] |
Subject / content: |
Adventure stories |
Person / organisation: |
Charles Scribner's Sons [Publisher] Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
Person / organisation: |
Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
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