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Edinburgh for (as Alan said) that was a rencounter we might very well
avoid. The wind although still high, was very mild, the sun shone

strong, and Alan began to suffer in proportion. From Prestonpans he
had me aside to the field of Gladsmuir, where he exerted himself a

great deal more than needful to describe the stages of the battle.
Thence, at his old round pace, we travelled to Cockenzie. Though they

were building herring-busses there at Mrs. Cadell's, it seemed a
desert-like, back-going town, about half full of ruined houses; but the

ale-house was clean, and Alan, who was now in a glowing heat, must
indulge himself with a bottle of ale, and carry on to the new luckie

with the old story of the cold upon his stomach, only now the symptoms
were all different.

I sat listening; and it came in my mind that I had scarce ever heard
him address three serious words to any woman, but he was always

drolling and fleering and making a private mock of them, and yet
brought to that business a remarkable degree of energy and interest.

Something to this effect I remarked to him, when the good-wife (as
chanced) was called away.

"What do ye want?" says he. "A man should aye put his best foot forrit
with the womankind; he should aye give them a bit of a story to divert

them, the poor lambs! It's what ye should learn to attend to, David;
ye should get the principles, it's like a trade. Now, if this had been

a young lassie, or onyways bonnie, she would never have heard tell of
my stomach, Davie. But aince they're too old to be seeking joes, they

a' set up to be apotecaries. Why? What do I ken? They'll be just the
way God made them, I suppose. But I think a man would be a gomeral

that didnae give his attention to the same."
And here, the luckie coming back, he turned from me as if with

impatience to renew their former conversation. The lady had branched
some while before from Alan's stomach to the case of a goodbrother of

her own in Aberlady, whose last sickness and demise she was describing
at extraordinary length. Sometimes it was merely dull, sometimes both

dull and awful, for she talked with unction. The upshot was that I
fell in a deep muse, looking forth of the window on the road, and

scarce marking what I saw. Presently had any been looking they might
have seen me to start.

"We pit a fomentation to his feet," the good-wife was saying, "and a
het stane to his wame, and we gied him hyssop and water of pennyroyal,

and fine, clean balsam of sulphur for the hoast. . . "
"Sir," says I, cutting very quietly in, "there's a friend of mine gone

by the house."
"Is that e'en sae?" replies Alan, as though it were a thing of small

account. And then, "Ye were saying, mem?" says he; and the wearyful
wife went on.

Presently, however, he paid her with a half-crown piece, and she must
go forth after the change.

"Was it him with the red head?" asked Alan.
"Ye have it," said I.

"What did I tell you in the wood?" he cried. "And yet it's strange he
should be here too! Was he his lane?"

"His lee-lane for what I could see," said I.
"Did he gang by?" he asked.

"Straight by," said I, "and looked neither to the right nor left."
"And that's queerer yet," said Alan. "It sticks in my mind, Davie,

that we should be stirring. But where to? - deil hae't! This is like
old days fairly," cries he.

"There is one big differ, though," said I, "that now we have money in
our pockets."

"And another big differ, Mr. Balfour," says he, "that now we have dogs
at our tail. They're on the scent; they're in full cry, David. It's a

bad business and be damned to it." And he sat thinking hard with a
look of his that I knew well.

"I'm saying, Luckie," says he, when the goodwife returned, "have ye a
back road out of this change house?"

She told him there was and where it led to.
"Then, sir," says he to me, "I think that will be the shortest road for

us. And here's good-bye to ye, my braw woman; and I'll no forget thon
of the cinnamon water."

We went out by way of the woman's kale yard, and up a lane among
fields. Alan looked sharply to all sides, and seeing we were in a

little hollow place of the country, out of view of men, sat down.
"Now for a council of war, Davie," said he. "But first of all, a bit

lesson to ye. Suppose that I had been like you, what would yon old
wife have minded of the pair of us! Just that we had gone out by the

back gate. And what does she mind now? A fine, canty, friendly,
cracky man, that suffered with the stomach, poor body! and was real

ta'en up about the goodbrother. O man, David, try and learn to have
some kind of intelligence!"

"I'll try, Alan," said I.
"And now for him of the red head," says he; "was he gaun fast or slow?"

"Betwixt and between," said I.
"No kind of a hurry about the man?" he asked.

"Never a sign of it," said I.
"Nhm!" 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 Charlie's clerk callant, which would be a pity
too," says Alan; "and if you askit me for just my inward private

conviction, 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 BIT OF A WIND OUT OF THE WEST I'LL BE THERE LONG OR

THAT," he says, "AND LIE-TO FOR YE BEHIND THE ISLE OF FIDRA. Now if
your gentry kens the place, they ken the time forbye. Do ye see me

coming, Davie? Thanks to Johnnie Cope and other red-coat gomerals, I
should ken this country like the back of my hand; and if ye're ready

for another bit run with Alan Breck, we'll can cast back inshore, and
come to the seaside again by Dirleton. If the ship's there, we'll try

and get on board of her. If she's no there, I'll just have to get back
to my weary haystack. But either way of it, I think we will leave your

gentry whistling on their thumbs."
"I believe there's some chance in it," said I. "Have on with ye,

Alan!"
CHAPTER XIII - GILLANE SANDS

I DID not profit by Alan's pilotage as he had done by his marchings
under General Cope; for I can scarce tell what way we went. It is my

excuse that we travelled exceeding fast. Some part we ran, some
trotted, and the rest walked at a vengeance of a pace. Twice, while we

were at top speed, we ran against country-folk; but though we plumped
into the first from round a corner, Alan was as ready as a loaded

musket.
"Has ye seen my horse?" he gasped.

"Na, man, I haenae seen nae horse the day," replied the countryman.
And Alan spared the time to explain to him that we were travelling

"ride and tie"; that our charger had escaped, and it was feared he had
gone home to Linton. Not only that, but he expended some breath (of

which he had not very much left) to curse his own misfortune and my
stupidity which was said to be its cause.

"Them that cannae tell the truth," he observed to myself as we went on
again, "should be aye mindful to leave an honest, handy lee behind

them. If folk dinnae ken what ye're doing, Davie, they're terrible
taken up with it; but if they think they ken, they care nae mair for it

than what I do for pease porridge."
As we had first made inland, so our road came in the end to lie very

near due north; the old Kirk of Aberlady for a landmark on the left; on
the right, the top of the Berwick Law; and it was thus we struck the

shore again, not far from Dirleton. From north Berwick west to Gillane
Ness there runs a string of four small islets, Craiglieth, the Lamb,

Fidra, and Eyebrough, notable by their diversity of size and shape.
Fidra is the most particular, being a strange grey islet of two humps,

made the more conspicuous by a piece of ruin; and I mind that (as we
drew closer to it) by some door or window of these ruins the sea peeped

through like a man's eye. Under the lee of Fidra there is a good
anchorage in westerly winds, and there, from a far way off, we could

see the THISTLE riding.
The shore in face of these islets is altogether waste. Here is no

dwelling of man, and scarce any passage, or at most of vagabond
children running at their play. Gillane is a small place on the far

side of the Ness, the folk of Dirleton go to their business in the
inland fields, and those of North Berwick straight to the sea-fishing

from their haven; so that few parts of the coast are lonelier. But I
mind, as we crawled upon our bellies into that multiplicity of heights

and hollows, keeping a bright eye upon all sides, and our hearts
hammering at our ribs, there was such a shining of the sun and the sea,

such a stir of the wind in the bent grass, and such a bustle of down-
popping rabbits and up-flying gulls, that the desert seemed to me, like

a place alive. No doubt it was in all ways well chosen for a secret
embarcation, if the secret had been kept; and even now that it was out,

and the place watched, we were able to creep unperceived to the front
of the sandhills, where they look down immediately on the beach and

sea.
But here Alan came to a full stop.

"Davie," said he, "this is a kittle passage! As long as we lie here
we're safe; but I'm nane sae muckle nearer to my ship or the coast of

France. And as soon as we stand up and signal the brig, it's another
matter. For where will your gentry be, think ye?"

"Maybe they're no come yet," said I. "And even if they are, there's
one clear matter in our favour. They'll be all arranged to take us,

that's true. But they'll have arranged for our coming from the east
and here we are upon their west."

"Ay," says Alan, "I wish we were in some force, and this was a battle,
we would have bonnily out-manoeuvred them! But it isnae, Davit; and

the way it is, is a wee thing less inspiring to Alan Breck. I swither,
Davie."

"Time flies, Alan," said I.
"I ken that," said Alan. "I ken naething else, as the French folk say.

But this is a dreidful case of heids or tails. O! if I could but ken
where your gentry were!"

"Alan," said I, "this is no like you. It's got to be now or never."
"This is no me, quo' he,"

sang Alan, with a queer face betwixt shame and drollery.
"Neither you nor me, quo' he, neither you nor me.

Wow, na, Johnnie man! neither you nor me."
And then of a sudden he stood straight up where he was, and with a

handkerchief flying in his right hand, marched down upon the beach. I
stood up myself, but lingered behind him, scanning the sand-hills to

the east. His appearance was at first unremarked: Scougal not
expecting him so early, and MY GENTRY watching on the other side. Then

they awoke on board the THISTLE, and it seemed they had all in
readiness, for there was scarce a second's bustle on the deck before we

saw a skiff put round her stern and begin to pull lively for the coast.
Almost at the same moment of time, and perhaps half a mile away towards

Gillane Ness, the figure of a man appeared for a blink upon a sandhill,
waving with his arms; and though he was gone again in the same flash,

the gulls in that part continued a little longer to fly wild.
Alan had not seen this, looking straight to seaward at the ship and

skiff.
"It maun be as it will!" said he, when I had told him, "Weel may yon

boatie row, or my craig'll have to thole a raxing."
That part of the beach was long and flat, and excellent walking when

the tide was down; a little cressy burn flowed over it in one place to
the sea; and the sandhills ran along the head of it like the rampart of

a town. No eye of ours could spy what was passing behind there in the


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