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At last the lawyer laid down the dead man in his blood upon the road, and got to his own feet with a kind of stagger.
I believe it was his movement that brought me to my senses; for he had no sooner done so than I began to scramble up the hill, crying out, โThe murderer! the murderer!โ
So little a time had elapsed, that when I got to the top of the first steepness, and could see some part of the open mountain, the murderer was still moving away at no great distance. He was a big man, in a black coat, with metal buttons, and carried a long fowling-piece.
โHere!โ I cried. โI see him!โ
At that the murderer gave a little, quick look over his shoulder, and began to run. The next moment he was lost in a fringe of birches; then he came out again on the upper side, where I could see him climbing like a jackanapes, for that part was again very steep; and then he dipped behind a shoulder, and I saw him no more.
All this time I had been running on my side, and had got a good way up, when a voice cried upon me to stand.
I was at the edge of the upper wood, and so now, when I halted and looked back, I saw all the open part of the hill below me.
The lawyer and the sheriffโs officer were standing just above the road, crying and waving on me to come back; and on their left, the red-coats, musket in hand, were beginning to struggle singly out of the lower wood.
โWhy should I come back?โ I cried. โCome you on!โ
โTen pounds if ye take that lad!โ cried the lawyer. โHeโs an accomplice. He was posted here to hold us in talk.โ
At that word (which I could hear quite plainly, though it was to the soldiers and not to me that he was crying it) my heart came in my mouth with quite a new kind of terror. Indeed, it is one thing to stand the danger of your life, and quite another to run the peril of both life and character. The thing, besides, had come so suddenly, like thunder out of a clear sky, that I was all amazed and helpless.
The soldiers began to spread, some of them to run, and others to put up their pieces and cover me; and still I stood.
โJouk* in here among the trees,โ said a voice close by.
* Duck.Indeed, I scarce knew what I was doing, but I obeyed; and as I did so, I heard the firelocks bang and the balls whistle in the birches.
Just inside the shelter of the trees I found Alan Breck standing, with a fishing-rod. He gave me no salutation; indeed it was no time for civilities; only โCome!โ says he, and set off running along the side of the mountain towards Balachulish; and I, like a sheep, to follow him.
Now we ran among the birches; now stooping behind low humps upon the mountain-side; now crawling on all fours among the heather. The pace was deadly: my heart seemed bursting against my ribs; and I had neither time to think nor breath to speak with. Only I remember seeing with wonder, that Alan every now and then would straighten himself to his full height and look back; and every time he did so, there came a great far-away cheering and crying of the soldiers.
Quarter of an hour later, Alan stopped, clapped down flat in the heather, and turned to me.
โNow,โ said he, โitโs earnest. Do as I do, for your life.โ
And at the same speed, but now with infinitely more precaution, we traced back again across the mountain-side by the same way that we had come, only perhaps higher; till at last Alan threw himself down in the upper wood of Lettermore, where I had found him at the first, and lay, with his face in the bracken, panting like a dog.
My own sides so ached, my head so swam, my tongue so hung out of my mouth with heat and dryness, that I lay beside him like one dead.
CHAPTER XVIII I TALK WITH ALAN IN THE WOOD OF LETTERMORE
lan was the first to come round. He rose, went to the border of the wood, peered out a little, and then returned and sat down.
โWell,โ said he, โyon was a hot burst, David.โ
I said nothing, nor so much as lifted my face. I had seen murder done, and a great, ruddy, jovial gentleman struck out of life in a moment; the pity of that sight was still sore within me, and yet that was but a part of my concern. Here was murder done upon the man Alan hated; here was Alan skulking in the trees and running from the troops; and whether his was the hand that fired or only the head that ordered, signified but little. By my way of it, my only friend in that wild country was blood-guilty in the first degree; I held him in horror; I could not look upon his face; I would have rather lain alone in the rain on my cold isle, than in that warm wood beside a murderer.
โAre ye still wearied?โ he asked again.
โNo,โ said I, still with my face in the bracken; โno, I am not wearied now, and I can speak. You and me must twine,โ * I said. โI liked you very well, Alan, but your ways are not mine, and theyโre not Godโs: and the short and the long of it is just that we must twine.โ
* Part.โI will hardly twine from ye, David, without some kind of reason for the same,โ said Alan, mighty gravely. โIf ye ken anything against my reputation, itโs the least thing that ye should do, for old acquaintanceโ sake, to let me hear the name of it; and if ye have only taken a distaste to my society, it will be proper for me to judge if Iโm insulted.โ
โAlan,โ said I, โwhat is the sense of this? Ye ken very well yon Campbell-man lies in his blood upon the road.โ
He was silent for a little; then says he, โDid ever ye hear tell of the story of the Man and the Good People?โโby which he meant the fairies.
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