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Chapter 21
Sowhenitcomesdarkagain,Iwillstealdownintothatclachan,andsetthisthatIhavebeenmakinginthewindowofagoodfriendofmine,JohnBreckMaccoll,aboumanofAppin’s.”
“Withallmyheart,”saysI;“andifhefindsit,whatishetothink?”
“Well,”saysAlan,“Iwishhewasamanofmorepenetration,forbymytrothIamafraidhewillmakelittleenoughofit!ButthisiswhatIhaveinmymind.Thiscrossissomethinginthenatureofthecrosstarrie,orfierycross,whichisthesignalofgatheringinourclans;yethewillknowwellenoughtheclanisnottorise,forthereitisstandinginhiswindow,andnowordwithit.Sohewillsaytohimsel’,THECLANISNOTTORISE,BUTTHEREISSOMETHING.Thenhewillseemybutton,andthatwasDuncanStewart’s.Andthenhewillsaytohimsel’,THESONOFDUNCANISINTHEHEATHER,ANDHASNEEDOFME.”
“Well,”saidI,“itmaybe.Butevensupposingso,thereisagooddealofheatherbetweenhereandtheForth.”
“Andthatisaverytrueword,”saysAlan.“ButthenJohnBreckwillseethesprigofbirchandthesprigofpine;andhewillsaytohimsel’(ifheisamanofanypenetrationatall,whichImisdoubt),ALANWILLBELYINGINAWOODWHICHISBOTHOFPINESANDBIRCHES.Thenhewillthinktohimsel’,THATISNOTSOVERYRIFEHEREABOUT;andthenhewillcomeandgiveusalookupinCorrynakiegh.Andifhedoesnot,David,thedevilmayflyawaywithhim,forwhatIcare;forhewillnobeworththesalttohisporridge.
