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Chapter 12
OrwhywouldRedColinberidinghishorseallovermypoorcountryofAppin,andneveraprettyladtoputabulletinhim?”
AndwiththisAlanfellintoamuse,andforalongtimesateverysadandsilent.
IwilladdtherestofwhatIhavetosayaboutmyfriend,thathewasskilledinallkindsofmusic,butprincipallypipe-music;wasawell-consideredpoetinhisowntongue;hadreadseveralbooksbothinFrenchandEnglish;wasadeadshot,agoodangler,andanexcellentfencerwiththesmallswordaswellaswithhisownparticularweapon.Forhisfaults,theywereonhisface,andInowknewthemall.Buttheworstofthem,hischildishpropensitytotakeoffenceandtopickquarrels,hegreatlylaidasideinmycase,outofregardforthebattleoftheround-house.ButwhetheritwasbecauseIhaddonewellmyself,orbecauseIhadbeenawitnessofhisownmuchgreaterprowess,ismorethanIcantell.Forthoughhehadagreattasteforcourageinothermen,yetheadmireditmostinAlanBreck.
