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FLEMINGTON
piper where he is. A few inches of earth will do
him no good. Ferrier, I am going. You and I
will have to lie low for awhile after this.”
The cur had grown exhausted, and ceased to
fight; he shivered and snuffled feebly at the
Kilmarnock bonnet, the knob of which made a
red spot against the shirt on James’s broad breast.
Ferrier and Gourlay glanced after him as he went
off between the trees. But as they had no time
to waste on the sight of his eccentricities, they
disappeared in different directions.
Dusk was beginning to fall on the wood and on
the dead beggar as he lay with his two silent
comrades, looking towards the Grampians from
the top of Huntly Hill.

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