I had no sooner seen these people coming than I made up my mind (for no reason that I can tell) to go through with my adventure; and when the first came alongside of me, I rose up from the bracken and asked him the way to Aucharn.
He stopped and looked at me, as I thought, a little oddly; and then, turning to the lawyer, Mungo, said he, theres many a man would think this more of a warning than two pyats. Here am I on my road to Duror on the job ye ken; and here is a young lad starts up out of the bracken, and speers if I am on the way to Aucharn.
Glenure, said the other, this is an ill subject for jesting.
These two had now drawn close up and were gazing at me, while the two followers had halted about a stone-cast in the rear.
And what seek ye in Aucharn? said Colin Roy Campbell of Glenure, him they called the Red Fox; for he it was that I had stopped.
The man that lives there, said I.
James of the Glens, says Glenure, musingly; and then to the lawyer: Is he gathering his people, think ye?
Anyway, says the lawyer, we shall do better to bide where we are, and let the soldiers rally us.
If you are concerned for me, said I, I am neither of his people nor yours, but an honest subject of King George, owing no man and fearing no man.
Why, very well said, replies the Factor. But if I may make so bold as ask, what does this honest man so far from his country? and why does he come seeking the brother of Ardshiel? I have power here, I must tell you. I am Kings Factor upon several of these estates, and have twelve files of soldiers at my back.
I have heard a waif word in the country, said I, a little nettled, that you were a hard man to drive.
He still kept looking at me, as if in doubt.
Well, said he, at last, your tongue is bold; but I am no unfriend to plainness. If ye had asked me the way to the door of James Stewart on any other day but this, I would have set ye right and bidden ye God speed. But to-dayeh, Mungo? And he turned again to look at the lawyer.
But just as he turned there came the shot of a firelock from higher up the hill; and with the very sound of it Glenure fell upon the road.
O, I am dead! he cried, several times over.
The lawyer had caught him up and held him in his arms, the servant standing over and clasping his hands. And now the wounded man looked from one to another with scared eyes, and there was a change in his voice, that went to the heart.
Take care of yourselves, says he. I am dead.
He tried to open his clothes as if to look for the wound, but his fingers slipped on the buttons. With that he gave a great sigh, his head rolled on his shoulder, and he passed away.
The lawyer said never a word, but his face was as sharp as a pen and as white as the dead mans; the servant broke out into a great noise of crying and weeping, like a child; and I, on my side, stood staring
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