"I do that,"said I.
"David,"says he,"ye're a man of small invention and less faith.
But let me set my wits upon the hone,and if I cannae beg,borrow,nor yet steal a boat,I'll make one!""I think I see ye!"said I."And what's more than all that:if ye pass a bridge,it can tell no tales;but if we pass the firth,there's the boat on the wrong side --somebody must have brought it --the country-side will all be in a bizz ---""Man!"cried Alan,"if I make a boat,I'll make a body to take it back again!So deave me with no more of your nonsense,but walk (for that's what you've got to do)--and let Alan think for ye."All night,then,we walked through the north side of the Carse under the high line of the Ochil mountains;and by Alloa and Clackmannan and Culross,all of which we avoided:and about ten in the morning,mighty hungry and tired,came to the little clachan of Limekilns.This is a place that sits near in by the water-side,and looks across the Hope to the town of the Queensferry.Smoke went up from both of these,and from other villages and farms upon all hands.The fields were being reaped;two ships lay anchored,and boats were coming and going on the Hope.It was altogether a right pleasant sight to me;and Icould not take my fill of gazing at these comfortable,green,cultivated hills and the busy people both of the field and sea.
For all that,there was Mr.Rankeillor's house on the south shore,where I had no doubt wealth awaited me;and here was Iupon the north,clad in poor enough attire of an outlandish fashion,with three silver shillings left to me of all my fortune,a price set upon my head,and an outlawed man for my sole company.
"O,Alan!"said I,"to think of it!Over there,there's all that heart could want waiting me;and the birds go over,and the boats go over --all that please can go,but just me only!O,man,but it's a heart-break!"In Limekilns we entered a small change-house,which we only knew to be a public by the wand over the door,and bought some bread and cheese from a good-looking lass that was the servant.This we carried with us in a bundle,meaning to sit and eat it in a bush of wood on the sea-shore,that we saw some third part of a mile in front.As we went,I kept looking across the water and sighing to myself;and though I took no heed of it,Alan had fallen into a muse.At last he stopped in the way.
"Did ye take heed of the lass we bought this of?"says he,tapping on the bread and cheese.
"To be sure,"said I,"and a bonny lass she was.""Ye thought that?"cries he."Man,David,that's good news.""In the name of all that's wonderful,why so?"says I."What good can that do?""Well,"said Alan,with one of his droll looks,"I was rather in hopes it would maybe get us that boat.""If it were the other way about,it would be liker it,"said I.
"That's all that you ken,ye see,"said Alan."I don't want the lass to fall in love with ye,I want her to be sorry for ye,David;to which end there is no manner of need that she should take you for a beauty.Let me see"(looking me curiously over).
"I wish ye were a wee thing paler;but apart from that ye'll do fine for my purpose --ye have a fine,hang-dog,rag-and-tatter,clappermaclaw kind of a look to ye,as if ye had stolen the coat from a potato-bogle.Come;right about,and back to the change-house for that boat of ours."I followed him,laughing.
"David Balfour,"said he,"ye're a very funny gentleman by your way of it,and this is a very funny employ for ye,no doubt.For all that,if ye have any affection for my neck (to say nothing of your own)ye will perhaps be kind enough to take this matter responsibly.I am going to do a bit of play-acting,the bottom ground of which is just exactly as serious as the gallows for the pair of us.So bear it,if ye please,in mind,and conduct yourself according.""Well,well,"said I,"have it as you will."
As we got near the clachan,he made me take his arm and hang upon it like one almost helpless with weariness;and by the time he pushed open the change-house door,he seemed to be half carrying me.The maid appeared surprised (as well she might be)at our speedy return;but Alan had no words to spare for her in explanation,helped me to a chair,called for a tass of brandy with which he fed me in little sips,and then breaking up the bread and cheese helped me to eat it like a nursery-lass;the whole with that grave,concerned,affectionate countenance,that might have imposed upon a judge.It was small wonder if the maid were taken with the picture we presented,of a poor,sick,overwrought lad and his most tender comrade.She drew quite near,and stood leaning with her back on the next table.
"What's like wrong with him?"said she at last.
Alan turned upon her,to my great wonder,with a kind of fury.
"Wrong?"cries he."He's walked more hundreds of miles than he has hairs upon his chin,and slept oftener in wet heather than dry sheets.Wrong,quo'she!Wrong enough,I would think!
Wrong,indeed!"and he kept grumbling to himself as he fed me,like a man ill-pleased.
"He's young for the like of that,"said the maid.
"Ower young,"said Alan,with his back to her.
"He would be better riding,"says she.
"And where could I get a horse to him?"cried Alan,turning on her with the same appearance of fury."Would ye have me steal?"I thought this roughness would have sent her off in dudgeon,as indeed it closed her mouth for the time.But my companion knew very well what he was doing;and for as simple as he was in some things of life,had a great fund of roguishness in such affairs as these.
