The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-01-29
DAVID BALFOUR.
a Sequel to "Kidnaped. ~
BIZ ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
Part II.
fCopyrfght, 1893. by Robert Louis ssevenson.l
CHAPTER XH.-Os THE MARCH AGAIN
Wvru ALAN

copyright, 1893. BY Robert Louis ssevenson.l
CHAPTER xII.-Os THE MARCH AGAIN
WITH ALAN.
1t was likely between and 2, the moon
Gas have said) was down: strongish
wind. carrying a heavy wrsck Of cloud.
had set in suddenly from the west, and
we began our movement in as black
night as ever q fugitive or a murderer
wanted. The whiteness of the path guided
US into the sleeping town of Broughton,
thence through Picardy, and beside my
old acquaintance, the gibbet of the two
thieves. A little beyond We made useful
beacon, which was light in an upper win
dow Of Lochend. Steering by this. but q
good deal at random, and with some
trampling of the harvest, and stumbling
and falling down upon the banks, we made
our way across country and won forth at
last upon the iinky, boggy mainland that
they call the Figgate Wins. Here. under
q bush of whin, we lay down the remainder
of that night and slumbered.
The day called us about five. A beauti-
full morning it was, the high westerly wind
still blowing strong, but the clouds all
blown away to Europe. Alan was already
eitting up and smiling to himself. 1t was
my first sight Of my friend since We were
parted, and / looked upon him with enjoy
ment He had still the same big greatcoat
on his back; but (what was new he had
now pair of knitted boot hose down
above the knee. Doubtless these were in
tended for disguise; but as the day prom
ised to be warm, he made most unsea-
sonable figure.
"Well. Davie." said he, "is this not
bonny morning? Here is a day that looks
the way day ought 20. This is great
change of it from the belly OF my hay
stack: and while you were there sottering
and sleeping I heve done a thing that
maybe do over seldom"
And what was that 2" said I.
ooh, just said my prayers" said he.
"And where are my gentry, as ye call
them ?" asked
'.Gude kens," says he, "a nd the short
and long of it is that we must take our
chance Of them. Up with your foot soles,
Daviel Forth Fortune, once again of it !!
And a bonn V walk We are like to have.
So We went cas- by the beach of the sea,
toward where the salt pans were smoking
in by the Esk mouth. No doubt there was
bi-ordinary bonny blink of morning sun
on Arthur's Seat and the green Pentlands.
and the pleasaLtness OF the day appeared
to set Al an among netties.
leaving Scotland on day like this. 1t
sticks in my head. ! would maybe like it
better to stay here and hing
'.Ay, but We would nae, Alan," said 1.
'No but what France Is a good place,
too" he explained; but it's some way no
no Scotland. like it fine when Pm there,
man yet kind of weary fur Scots divots
and the Scots peatreek.
aft that's all you have to complain Of
Allan, it's no such great affair."" said /.
"And II set me ill to be complaining,
whatever" said he, land me but new out
of yon de'il's haystack."
"And so you were unco' weary of your
haystack2'I asked.
"Weary's nae word for it." said he
'I'm not Just precisely man that's easily
cast down; but l do better with caller air
and the lift above my head. Pm like the
auld Black Douglas (wasnaet p that likit
better to hear the layerock sing than the
mouse cheep. And yon place, we see,
Davie-whilk was very suitable place TO
hide in as I'm free to own-was pit mirk
from dawn to cleaning. There were days
Tor nights. for how would tell one from
otherN that seemed to ME as long as a
long winter"
"How did you know the hour to bide
your tryst7" asked.
The good man brought me my meat
and drop braveiy, and a candiedown to
eat II by, about eleven" said he $50,
when I had swallowed bit, it would be
time to be getting to the wood. There
lay and wearied for we sore, Davie," says
he, laying his hand on my shoulder, land
guessed when the two hours would be
about by-unless Charlie Stewart would
come and tell me on his watch-and then
back TO the dooms haystack. Ma, it was a
driech employ, and praise the Lord that
have warstled through with it,"
"What did you do with yourseif?" I
asked.
Faith" said he, 1.-THE best could.
Whites played at the knucklebones. I'm
an extraordinary good hand at the
knucklebones. but its poor piece of bust
ness playing with naehody to admire ye.
And whites | would make songs"
What were they about 2'' saysI
"Oh, about the deer and the heather -
says he. land about the ancient old
chiefs that are all by with il long syne,
and Just about what songs are about IN
general. And then whites would make
believe | had set OF pipes and ! was
playing. ! played some grand springs.
and thought played them awful bonny
vow whites that I could hear the SEQUEL
of theml Bat the great affair Is that it,
done within
With that he carried me again TO nv ad
ventures. which he heard ali over again
with more particularly and extraordinary
approval, swearing At intervals that | was
"a queer character of q Gallant"
$50 we were trich 'ened OF Sym Fraser ?''
he asked once more.
''In troth was :" cried ].
$50 would have been, Davie." said he,
land that is indeed a dreldful man. Blu,
d. II is only proper 10 give the dell his due