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Chapter 12
“Whoishe?”criedAlan.“Well,andI’lltellyouthat.WhenthemenoftheclanswerebrokenatCulloden,andthegoodcausewentdown,andthehorsesrodeoverthefetlocksinthebestbloodofthenorth,Ardshielhadtofleelikeapoordeeruponthemountains—heandhisladyandhisbairns.Asairjobwehadofitbeforewegothimshipped;andwhilehestilllayintheheather,theEnglishrogues,thatcouldnaecomeathislife,werestrikingathisrights.Theystrippedhimofhispowers;theystrippedhimofhislands;theypluckedtheweaponsfromthehandsofhisclansmen,thathadbornearmsforthirtycenturies;ay,andtheveryclothesofftheirbacks—sothatit’snowasintowearatartanplaid,andamanmaybecastintoagaolifhehasbutakiltabouthislegs.Onethingtheycouldnaekill.Thatwasthelovetheclansmenboretheirchief.Theseguineasaretheproofofit.Andnow,intherestepsaman,aCampbell,red-headedColinofGlenure——”
“IsthathimyoucalltheRedFox?”saidI.
“Willyebringmehisbrush?”criesAlan,fiercely.“Ay,that’stheman.Inhesteps,andgetspapersfromKingGeorge,tobeso-calledKing’sfactoronthelandsofAppin.Andatfirsthesingssmall,andishail-fellow-well-metwithSheamus—that’sJamesoftheGlens,mychieftain’sagent.
