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Well, sir, I shall know how to manage you if you are silentAnd you, sir (to me) what may your name be? Francis Osbaldistone, sir. What, a son of Sir Hildebrand Osbaldistone, of Northumberland? No, sir, interrupted the Bailie; a son of the great William Osbaldistone, of the house of Osbaldistone and Tresham, Crane Alley, London. I am afraid, sir, said the officer, your name only increases the suspicions against you, and lays me under the necessity of requesting that you will give up what papers you have in charge. I observed the Highlanders look anxiously at each other when this proposal was made. I had none, I replied, to surrender. The officer commanded me to be disarmed and searched. To have resisted would have been madness. I accordingly gave up my arms, and submitted to a search, which was conducted as civilly as an operation of the kind well could. They found nothing except the note which I had received that night through the hand of the landlady. This is different from what I expected, said the officer; but it affords us good grounds for detaining you. Here I find you in written communication with the outlawed robber, Robert MacGregor Campbell, who has been so long the plague of this districtHow do you account for that? Spies of Rob! said InverashallochWe wad serve them right to strap them up till the neist tree. We are gaun to see after some gear o our ain, gentlemen, said the Bailie, thats faen into his hands by accidenttheres nae law agane a man looking after his ain, I hope? How did you come by this letter? said the officer, addressing himself to me. I could not think of betraying the poor woman who had given it to me, and remained silent. Do you know anything of it, fellow? said the officer, looking at Andrew, whose jaws were chattering like a pair of castanets at the threats thrown out by the Highlander. O ay, I ken a about itIt was a Hieland loon gied the letter to that lang-tongued jaud the gudewife thereIll be sworn my maister kend naething about it. But hes wilfu to gang up the hills and speak wi Rob; and oh, sir, it wad be a charity just to send a wheen o your red-coats to see him safe back to Glasgow again whether he will or noAnd ye can keep Mr. Jarvie as lang as ye likeHes responsible eneugh for ony fine ye may lay on himand sos my master for that matterfor me, Im just a puir gardener lad, and no worth your steering. I believe, said the officer, the best thing I can do is to send these persons to the garrison under an escort. They seem to be in immediate correspondence with the enemy, and I shall be in no respect answerable for suffering them to be at liberty.Gentlemen, you will consider yourselves as my prisoners. So soon as dawn approaches I will send you to a place of security. If you be the persons you describe yourselves, it will soon appear, and you will sustain no great inconvenience from being detained a day or two.I can hear no remonstrances, he continued, turning away from the Bailie, whose mouth was open to address him, the service I am on gives me no time for idle discussions. Aweelaweel, sir, said the Bailie, youre welcome to a tune on your ain fiddle; but see if I dinna gar ye dance tillt afore as dune. |
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