What! you let me send this lad to the place with my very daughters!
And because I let drop a word to you..... Fy, sir, keep your dishonours
to yourself!"
Simon was
deadly pale. "I will be a kick-ball between you and the Duke
no longer," he exclaimed. "Either come to an
agreement, or come to a
differ, and have it out among yourselves. But I will no longer fetch
and carry, and get your
contrary instructions, and be blamed by both.
For if I were to tell you what I think of all your Hanover business it
would make your head sing."
But Sheriff Erskine had preserved his
temper, and now intervened
smoothly. "And in the meantime," says he, "I think we should tell Mr.
Balfour that his
character for
valour is quite established. He may
sleep in peace. Until the date he was so good as to refer to it shall
be put to the proof no more."
His
coolness brought the others to their
prudence; and they made haste,
with a somewhat distracted
civility, to pack me from the house.
CHAPTER IX - THE HEATHER ON FIRE
WHEN I left Prestongrange that afternoon I was for the first time
angry. The Advocate had made a mock of me. He had pretended my
testimony was to be received and myself respected; and in that very
hour, not only was Simon practising against my life by the hands of the
Highland soldier, but (as appeared from his own language) Prestongrange
himself had some design in operation. I counted my enemies;
Prestongrange with all the King's authority behind him; and the Duke
with the power of the West Highlands; and the Lovat interest by their
side to help them with so great a force in the north, and the whole
clan of old Jacobite spies and traffickers. And when I remembered
James More, and the red head of Neil the son of Duncan, I thought there
was perhaps a fourth in the
confederacy, and what remained of Rob Roy's
old
desperate sept of caterans would be banded against me with the
others. One thing was
requisite - some strong friend or wise adviser.
The country must be full of such, both able and eager to support me, or
Lovat and the Duke and Prestongrange had not been nosing for
expedients; and it made me rage to think that I might brush against my
champions in the street and be no wiser.
And just then (like an answer) a gentleman brushed against me going by,
gave me a meaning look, and turned into a close. I knew him with the
tail of my eye - it was Stewart the Writer; and,
blessing my good
fortune, turned in to follow him. As soon as I had entered the close I
saw him
standing in the mouth of a stair, where he made me a signal and
immediately vanished. Seven storeys up, there he was again in a house
door, the which he looked behind us after we had entered. The house
was quite dismantled, with not a stick of furniture; indeed, it was one
of which Stewart had the letting in his hands.
"We'll have to sit upon the floor," said he; "but we're safe here for
the time being, and I've been wearying to see ye, Mr. Balfour."
"How's it with Alan?" I asked.
"Brawly," said he. "Andie picks him up at Gillane sands to-morrow,
Wednesday. He was keen to say good-bye to ye, but the way that things
were going, I was feared the pair of ye was maybe best apart. And that
brings me to the
essential: how does your business speed?"
"Why," said I, "I was told only this morning that my
testimony was
accepted, and I was to travel to Inverary with the Advocate, no less."
"Hout awa!" cried Stewart. "I'll never believe that."
"I have maybe a
suspicion of my own," says I, "but I would like fine to
hear your reasons."
"Well, I tell ye fairly, I'm horn-mad," cries Stewart. "If my one hand
could pull their Government down I would pluck it like a
rotten apple.
I'm doer for Appin and for James of the Glens; and, of course, it's my
duty to defend my kinsman for his life. Hear how it goes with me, and
I'll leave the judgment of it to yourself. The first thing they have
to do is to get rid of Alan. They cannae bring in James as art and
part until they've brought in Alan first as
principal; that's sound
law: they could never put the cart before the horse."
"And how are they to bring in Alan till they can catch him?" says I.
"Ah, but there is a way to evite that arrestment," said he. "Sound
law, too. It would be a bonny thing if, by the escape of one ill-doer
another was to go scatheless, and the remeid is to
summon the
principaland put him to outlawry for the non-compearance. Now there's four
places where a person can be
summoned: at his dwelling-house; at a
place where he has resided forty days; at the head burgh of the shire
where he
ordinarily resorts; or
lastly (if there be ground to think him
forth of Scotland) AT THE CROSS OF EDINBURGH, AND THE PIER AND SHORE OF
LEITH, FOR SIXTY DAYS. The purpose of which last
provision is
evident