The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-08-26

where, after first closing my eyes, I
shot him. He dropped with a horrible
groan. Another ones legs dangled
through the skylight, and I shot him,
too he dropping dead atop Of his COM
panion. Alan was then dirking one
who chung to his legs, and putting the
cutlass to another who was coming on
at him. A third held a cutlass over
him and yet more were crowding at
him through the door. He seemed
lost; but he broke clear and, taking
his distance, Glove one, Glove another,
and then, his sword flashing like quick
silver, drove the others like sheep
along the deck.
We were masters Of the brig. Alan
embraced and kissed me, saying:
David, love you like brother. But
o man, am not the bonny fighter"
and sitting down by the table, sword
in hand, he burst into Gaelic song.
The very next night we struck on
reef. was thrown into the sea, think
ing would drown, but found spar
and with it kicked myself along until
my feet found quiet water and dry
! land. OF the ship or her company I
could see nothing. Later I learned
| that all but the wounded were safe.
The ship herself was total loss to
Captain Hoseason, which l did not
grieve to hear.
After days Of wandering and secret
inquiry, for he was one with price on
his head, found Alan. 1t was in the
same hour that witnessed the killing
of Campbell of Glenure, the man who
had been doing the Kings will against
the Jacobites. The shot came in such
fashion that l seemed to be an &C
complete. I had to flee or be hanged.
1t was Alan who secured my immed-
late escape. For two months there
after, with red-coats guarding every
road and glen, followed Alan through
the country of the Campbells.
1t was wet and cold and slim food
for us both, with now and then little
something not much better in the hut
of Jacobite. Weary l grew and full
of pain, crawling the wet heather and
climbing the ragged crags and hills.
Posted bills everywhere promised
great rewards for our capture-I saw
! them everywhere-and many there
were who knew us for what we were;
but never one, poor and miserable
though they might be, to speak the
proudly, sis the loyalty of the HE
lander!"
We came safe at last to Queens
ferry and the home of Mr.. Rankiellor,
who proved a shrewd kindly friend,
and who at once set about retrieving
my rights in the Shaw estate. Your
father" he explained, was a good
man, but weak. He loved your mother.
To win your mother he let your uncle
steal the estates. But you will have
them back soon."
Alan aided US greatly in our plans.
Half by quick wit and half by sheer
! boldness, he had my uncle admit his
plan to have me kidnapped and sold
into slavery in the Carolines. Mr..
Rankiellor and his clerk all the while
listening in the shadows. And so l
came to pass into my own.
| And Alan, who made man Of me?
! All he asked was to be put on the road
of his mission. AS to that, let me say
, if say no more, that he went safe on
his way and all went well with him
thereafter.
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