Kidnapped
Now since the card question, everything I said or did had the power of
annoying Cluny. “Your name has more sense than yourself, then,” said he
angrily, “for it’s good Gaelic. But the point is this. My scout reports
all clear in the south, and the question is, have ye the strength to
go?”
I saw cards on the table, but no gold; only a heap of little written
papers, and these all on Cluny’s side. Alan, besides, had an odd
look, like a man not very well content; and I began to have a strong
misgiving.
“I do not know if I am as well as I should be,” said I, looking at Alan;
“but the little money we have has a long way to carry us.”
Alan took his under-lip into his mouth, and looked upon the ground.
“David,” says he at last, “I’ve lost it; there’s the naked truth.”
“My money too?” said I.
“Your money too,” says Alan, with a groan. “Ye shouldnae have given it
me. I’m daft when I get to the cartes.”
“Hoot-toot! hoot-toot!” said Cluny. “It was all daffing; it’s all
nonsense. Of course you’ll have your money back again, and the double of
it, if ye’ll make so free with me. It would be a singular thing for me
to keep it. It’s not to be supposed that I would be any hindrance to
gentlemen in your situation; that would be a singular thing!” cries he,
and began to pull gold out of his pocket with a mighty red face.
Alan said nothing, only looked on the ground.
“Will you step to the door with me, sir?” said I.
Cluny said he would be very glad, and followed me readily enough, but he
looked flustered and put out.
“And now, sir,” says I, “I must first acknowledge your generosity.”
“Nonsensical nonsense!” cries Cluny. “Where’s the generosity? This is
just a most unfortunate affair; but what would ye have me do--boxed
up in this bee-skep of a cage of mine--but just set my friends to the
cartes, when I can get them? And if they lose, of course, it’s not to be
supposed----” And here he came to a pause.
“Yes,” said I, “if they lose, you give them back their money; and if
they win, they carry away yours in their pouches! I have said before
that I grant your generosity; but to me, sir, it’s a very painful thing
to be placed in this position.”
There was a little silence, in which Cluny seemed always as if he was
about to speak, but said nothing. All the time he grew redder and redder
in the face.
“I am a young man,” said I, “and I ask your advice. Advise me as you
would your son. My friend fairly lost his money, after having fairly
gained a far greater sum of yours; can I accept it back again? Would
that be the right part for me to play? Whatever I do, you can see for
yourself it must be hard upon a man of any pride.”
“It’s rather hard on me, too, Mr. Balfour,” said Cluny, “and ye give
me very much the look of a man that has entrapped poor people to their
hurt. I wouldnae have my friends come to any house of mine to accept
affronts; no,” he cried, with a sudden heat of anger, “nor yet to give
them!”
“And so you see, sir,” said I, “there is something to be said upon my
side; and this gambling is a very poor employ for gentlefolks. But I am
still waiting your opinion.”
I am sure if ever Cluny hated any man it was David Balfour. He looked
me all over with a warlike eye, and I saw the challenge at his lips.
But either my youth disarmed him, or perhaps his own sense of justice.
Certainly it was a mortifying matter for all concerned, and not least
Cluny; the more credit that he took it as he did.
“Mr. Balfour,” said he, “I think you are too nice and covenanting, but
for all that you have the spirit of a very pretty gentleman. Upon my
honest word, ye may take this money--it’s what I would tell my son--and
here’s my hand along with it!”
CHAPTER XXIV
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE QUARREL
Alan and I were put across Loch Errocht under cloud of night, and went
down its eastern shore to another hiding-place near the head of Loch
Rannoch, whither we were led by one of the gillies from the Cage. This
fellow carried all our luggage and Alan’s great-coat in the bargain,
trotting along under the burthen, far less than the half of which used
to weigh me to the ground, like a stout hill pony with a feather; yet he
was a man that, in plain contest, I could have broken on my knee.
Doubtless it was a great relief to walk disencumbered; and perhaps
without that relief, and the consequent sense of liberty and lightness,
I could not have walked at all. I was but new risen from a bed of
sickness; and there was nothing in the state of our affairs to hearten
me for much exertion; travelling, as we did, over the most dismal
deserts in Scotland, under a cloudy heaven, and with divided hearts
among the travellers.
For long, we said nothing; marching alongside or one behind the other,
each with a set countenance: I, angry and proud, and drawing what
strength I had from these two violent and sinful feelings; Alan angry
and ashamed, ashamed that he had lost my money, angry that I should take
it so ill.
The thought of a separation ran always the stronger in my mind; and the
more I approved of it, the more ashamed I grew of my approval. It would
be a fine, handsome, generous thing, indeed, for Alan to turn round and
say to me: “Go, I am in the most danger, and my company only increases
yours.” But for me to turn to the friend who certainly loved me, and say
to him: “You are in great danger, I am in but little; your friendship
is a burden; go, take your risks and bear your hardships alone----” no,
that was impossible; and even to think of it privily to myself, made my
cheeks to burn.
And yet Alan had behaved like a child, and (what is worse) a treacherous
child. Wheedling my money from me while I lay half-conscious was scarce
better than theft; and yet here he was trudging by my side, without a
penny to his name, and by what I could see, quite blithe to sponge upon
the money he had driven me to beg. True, I was ready to share it with
him; but it made me rage to see him count upon my readiness.
These were the two things uppermost in my mind; and I could open my
mouth upon neither without black ungenerosity. So I did the next worst,
and said nothing, nor so much as looked once at my companion, save with
the tail of my eye.
At last, upon the other side of Loch Errocht, going over a smooth, rushy
place, where the walking was easy, he could bear it no longer, and came
close to me.
“David,” says he, “this is no way for two friends to take a small
accident. I have to say that I’m sorry; and so that’s said. And now if
you have anything, ye’d better say it.”
“O,” says I, “I have nothing.”
He seemed disconcerted; at which I was meanly pleased.
“No,” said he, with rather a trembling voice, “but when I say I was to
blame?”
“Why, of course, ye were to blame,” said I, coolly; “and you will bear
me out that I have never reproached you.”
“Never,” says he; “but ye ken very well that ye’ve done worse. Are we to
part? Ye said so once before. Are ye to say it again? There’s hills and
heather enough between here and the two seas, David; and I will own I’m
no very keen to stay where I’m no wanted.”
This pierced me like a sword, and seemed to lay bare my private
disloyalty.
“Alan Breck!” I cried; and then: “Do you think I am one to turn my
back on you in your chief need? You dursn’t say it to my face. My whole
conduct’s there to give the lie to it. It’s true, I fell asleep upon
the muir; but that was from weariness, and you do wrong to cast it up to
me----”
“Which is what I never did,” said Alan.
“But aside from that,” I continued, “what have I done that you should
even me to dogs by such a supposition? I never yet failed a friend, and
it’s not likely I’ll begin with you. There are things between us that I
can never forget, even if you can.”
“I will only say this to ye, David,” said Alan, very quietly, “that I
have long been owing ye my life, and now I owe ye money. Ye should try
to make that burden light for me.”
This ought to have touched me, and in a manner it did, but the wrong
manner. I felt I was behaving badly; and was now not only angry with
Alan, but angry with myself in the bargain; and it made me the more
cruel.
“You asked me to speak,” said I. “Well, then, I will. You own yourself
that you have done me a disservice; I have had to swallow an affront: I
have never reproached you, I never named the thing till you did. And
now you blame me,” cried I, “because I cannae laugh and sing as if I was
glad to be affronted. The next thing will be that I’m to go down upon my
knees and thank you for it! Ye should think more of others, Alan
Breck. If ye thought more of others, ye would perhaps speak less about
yourself; and when a friend that likes you very well has passed over an
offence without a word, you would be blithe to let it lie, instead of
making it a stick to break his back with. By your own way of it, it was
you that was to blame; then it shouldnae be you to seek the quarrel.”
“Aweel,” said Alan, “say nae mair.”
And we fell back into our former silence; and came to our journey’s end,
and supped, and lay down to sleep, without another word.
The gillie put us across Loch Rannoch in the dusk of the next day, and
gave us his opinion as to our best route. This was to get us up at once
into the tops of the mountains: to go round by a circuit, turning the
heads of Glen Lyon, Glen Lochay, and Glen Dochart, and come down upon
the lowlands by Kippen and the upper waters of the Forth. Alan was
little pleased with a route which led us through the country of his
blood-foes, the Glenorchy Campbells. He objected that by turning to the
east, we should come almost at once among the Athole Stewarts, a race of
his own name and lineage, although following a different chief, and come
besides by a far easier and swifter way to the place whither we were
bound. But the gillie, who was indeed the chief man of Cluny’s scouts,
had good reasons to give him on all hands, naming the force of troops
in every district, and alleging finally (as well as I could understand)
that we should nowhere be so little troubled as in a country of the
Campbells.
Alan gave way at last, but with only half a heart. “It’s one of the
dowiest countries in Scotland,” said he. “There’s naething there that I
ken, but heath, and crows, and Campbells. But I see that ye’re a man of
some penetration; and be it as ye please!”
We set forth accordingly by this itinerary; and for the best part of
three nights travelled on eerie mountains and among the well-heads of
wild rivers; often buried in mist, almost continually blown and rained
upon, and not once cheered by any glimpse of sunshine. By day, we lay
and slept in the drenching heather; by night, incessantly clambered upon
break-neck hills and among rude crags. We often wandered; we were often
so involved in fog, that we must lie quiet till it lightened. A fire was
never to be thought of. Our only food was drammach and a portion of cold
meat that we had carried from the Cage; and as for drink, Heaven knows
we had no want of water.
This was a dreadful time, rendered the more dreadful by the gloom of
the weather and the country. I was never warm; my teeth chattered in my
head; I was troubled with a very sore throat, such as I had on the isle;
I had a painful stitch in my side, which never left me; and when I slept
in my wet bed, with the rain beating above and the mud oozing below me,
it was to live over again in fancy the worst part of my adventures--to
see the tower of Shaws lit by lightning, Ransome carried below on the
men’s backs, Shuan dying on the round-house floor, or Colin Campbell
grasping at the bosom of his coat. From such broken slumbers, I would be
aroused in the gloaming, to sit up in the same puddle where I had slept,