Night fell as we were walking, and the clouds, which had broken up in the afternoon, settled in and thickened, so that it fell, for the season of the year, extremely dark. The way we went was over rough mountainsides; and though Alan pushed on with an assured manner, I could by no means see how he directed himself.
At last, about half-past ten of the clock, we came to the top of a brae, and saw lights below us. It seemed a house door stood open and let out a beam of fire and candle-light; and all round the house and steading five or six persons were moving hurriedly about, each carrying a lighted brand.
James must have tint his wits, said Alan. If this was the soldiers instead of you and me, he would be in a bonny mess. But I dare say hell have a sentry on the road, and he would ken well enough no soldiers would find the way that we came.
Hereupon he whistled three times, in a particular manner. It was strange to see how, at the first sound of it, all the moving torches came to a stand, as if the bearers were affrighted; and how, at the third, the bustle began again as before.
Having thus set folks minds at rest, we came down the brae, and were met at the yard gate (for this place was like a well-doing farm) by a tall, handsome man of more than fifty, who cried out to Alan in the Gaelic.
James Stewart, said Alan, I will ask ye to speak in Scotch, for here is a young gentleman with me that has nane of the other. This is him, he added, putting his arm through mine, a young gentleman of the Lowlands, and a laird in his country too, but I am thinking it will be the better for his health if we give his name the go-by.
James of the Glens turned to me for a moment, and greeted me courteously enough; the next he had turned to Alan.
This has been a dreadful accident, he cried. It will bring trouble on the country. And he wrung his hands.
Hoots! said Alan, ye must take the sour with the sweet, man. Colin Roy is dead, and be thankful for that!
Ay said James, and by my troth, I wish he was alive again! Its all very fine to blow and boast beforehand; but now its done, Alan; and whos to bear the wyte1of it? The accident fell out in Appinmind ye that, Alan; its Appin that must pay; and I am a man that has a family.
While this was going on I looked about me at the servants. Some were on ladders, digging in the thatch of the house or the farm buildings, from which they brought out guns, swords, and different weapons of war; others carried them away; and by the sound of mattock blows from somewhere farther down the brae, I suppose they buried them. Though they were all so busy, there prevailed no kind of order in their efforts; men struggled together for the same gun and ran into each other with their burning torches; and James was continually turning about from his talk with Alan, to cry out orders which were apparently never understood. The faces in the torchlight were like those of people overborne with hurry and panic; and though none spoke above his breath, their speech sounded both anxious and angry.
It was about this time that a lassie came out of the house carrying a pack or bundle; and it has often made me smile to think how Alans instinct awoke at the mere sight of it.
Whats that the lassie has? he asked.
Were just setting the house in order, Alan, said James, in his frightened and somewhat fawning way. Theyll search Appin with candles, and we must have all things straight. Were digging the bit guns and
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