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END OF THE FLIGHT: WE PASS THE FORTH
The month, as I have said, was not yet out, but it was already
far through August, and beautiful warm weather, with every sign
of an early and great harvest, when I was pronounced able for my
journey. Our money was now run to so low an ebb that we must
think first of all on speed; for if we came not soon to Mr.
Rankeillor's, or if when we came there he should fail to help me,
we must surely starve. In Alan's view, besides, the hunt must
have now greatly slackened; and the line of the Forth and even
Stirling Bridge, which is the main pass over that river, would be
watched with little interest.
"It's a chief principle in military affairs," said he, "to
where ye are least expected. Forth is our trouble; ye ken the
saying, 'Forth bridles the wild Hielandman.' Well, if we seek to
creep round about the head of that river and come down by Kippen
or Balfron, it's just precisely there that they'll be looking to
lay hands on us. But if we stave on straight to the auld Brig of
Stirling, I'll lay my sword they let us pass unchallenged."
The first night, accordingly, we pushed to the house of a
Maclaren in Strathire, a friend of Duncan's, where we slept the
twenty-first of the month, and whence we set forth again about
the fall of night to make another easy stage. The twenty-second
we lay in a heather bush on the hillside in Uam Var, within view
of a herd of deer, the happiest ten hours of sleep in a fine,
breathing sunshine and on bone-dry ground, that I have ever
tasted. That night we struck Allan Water, and followed it down;
and coming to the edge of the hills saw the whole Carse of
Stirling underfoot, as flat as a pancake, with the town and
castle on a hill in the midst of it, and the moon shining on the
Links of Forth.
"Now," said Alan, "I kenna if ye care, but ye're in your
again. We passed the Hieland Line in the first hour; and now if
we could but pass yon crooked water, we might cast our bonnets in
In Allan Water, near by where it falls into the Forth, we found a
little sandy islet, overgrown with burdock, butterbur and the
like low plants, that would just cover us if we lay flat. Here
it was we made our camp, within plain view of Stirling Castle,
whence we could hear the drums beat as some part of the garrison
paraded. Shearers worked all day in a field on one side of the
river, and we could hear the stones going on the hooks and the
voices and even the words of the men talking. It behoved to lie
close and keep silent. But the sand of the little isle was
sun-warm, the green plants gave us shelter for our heads, we had
food and drink in plenty; and to crown all, we were within sight
As soon as the shearers quit their work and the dusk began to
fall, we waded ashore and struck for the Bridge of Stirling,
keeping to the fields and under the field fences.
The bridge is close under the castle hill, an old, high, narrow
bridge with pinnacles along the parapet; and you may conceive
with how much interest I looked upon it, not only as a place
famous in history, but as the very doors of salvation to Alan and
myself. The moon was not yet up when we came there; a few lights
shone along the front of the fortress, and lower down a few
lighted windows in the town; but it was all mighty still, and
there seemed to be no guard upon the passage.
I was for pushing straight across; but Alan was more wary.
"It looks unco' quiet," said he; "but for all that we'll
here cannily behind a dyke, and make sure."
So we lay for about a quarter of an hour, whiles whispering,
whiles lying still and hearing nothing earthly but the washing of
the water on the piers. At last there came by an old, hobbling
woman with a crutch stick; who first stopped a little, close to
where we lay, and bemoaned herself and the long way she had
travelled; and then set forth again up the steep spring of the
bridge. The woman was so little, and the night still so dark,
that we soon lost sight of her; only heard the sound of her
steps, and her stick, and a cough that she had by fits, draw
slowly farther away.
"She's bound to be across now," I whispered.
"Na," said Alan, "her foot still sounds boss upon
And just then -- "Who goes?" cried a voice, and we heard the butt
of a musket rattle on the stones. I must suppose the sentry had
been sleeping, so that had we tried, we might have passed unseen;
but he was awake now, and the chance forfeited.
"This'll never do," said Alan. "This'll never, never do for
And without another word, he began to crawl away through the
fields; and a little after, being well out of eye-shot, got to
his feet again, and struck along a road that led to the eastward.
I could not conceive what he was doing; and indeed I was so
sharply cut by the disappointment, that I was little likely to be
pleased with anything. A moment back and I had seen myself
knocking at Mr. Rankeillor's door to claim my inheritance, like a
hero in a ballad; and here was I back again, a wandering, hunted
blackguard, on the wrong side of Forth.
"Well?" said I.
"Well," said Alan, "what would ye have? They're none such
as I took them for. We have still the Forth to pass, Davie --
weary fall the rains that fed and the hillsides that guided it!"
"And why go east?" said I.
"Ou, just upon the chance!" said he. "If we cannae pass the
river, we'll have to see what we can do for the firth."
"There are fords upon the river, and none upon the firth," said
"To be sure there are fords, and a bridge forbye," quoth Alan;
"and of what service, when they are watched?"
"Well," said I, "but a river can be swum."
"By them that have the skill of it," returned he; "but I
to hear that either you or me is much of a hand at that exercise;
and for my own part, I swim like a stone."
"I'm not up to you in talking back, Alan," I said; "but I
we're making bad worse. If it's hard to pass a river, it stands
to reason it must be worse to pass a sea."
"But there's such a thing as a boat," says Alan, "or I'm
"Ay, and such a thing as money," says I. "But for us that
neither one nor other, they might just as well not have been invented."
"Ye think so?" said Alan.
"I do that," said I.
"David," says he, "ye're a man of small invention and less
But let me set my wits upon the hone, and if I cannae beg,
borrow, nor yet steal a boat, I'll make one!"
"I think I see ye!" said I. "And what's more than all that:
ye pass a bridge, it can tell no tales; but if we pass the firth,
there's the boat on the wrong side -- somebody must have brought
it -- the country-side will all be in a bizz ---"
"Man!" cried Alan, "if I make a boat, I'll make a body to
back again! So deave me with no more of your nonsense, but walk
(for that's what you've got to do) --and let Alan think for ye."
All night, then, we walked through the north side of the Carse
under the high line of the Ochil mountains; and by Alloa and
Clackmannan and Culross, all of which we avoided: and about ten
in the morning, mighty hungry and tired, came to the little
clachan of Limekilns. This is a place that sits near in by the
water-side, and looks across the Hope to the town of the
Queensferry. Smoke went up from both of these, and from other
villages and farms upon all hands. The fields were being reaped;
two ships lay anchored, and boats were coming and going on the
Hope. It was altogether a right pleasant sight to me; and I
could not take my fill of gazing at these comfortable, green,
cultivated hills and the busy people both of the field and sea.
For all that, there was Mr. Rankeillor's house on the south
shore, where I had no doubt wealth awaited me; and here was I
upon the north, clad in poor enough attire of an outlandish
fashion, with three silver shillings left to me of all my
fortune, a price set upon my head, and an outlawed man for my
"O, Alan!" said I, "to think of it! Over there, there's all
heart could want waiting me; and the birds go over, and the boats
go over -- all that please can go, but just me only! O, man, but
it's a heart-break!"
In Limekilns we entered a small change-house, which we only knew
to be a public by the wand over the door, and bought some bread
and cheese from a good-looking lass that was the servant. This
we carried with us in a bundle, meaning to sit and eat it in a
bush of wood on the sea-shore, that we saw some third part of a
mile in front. As we went, I kept looking across the water and
sighing to myself; and though I took no heed of it, Alan had
fallen into a muse. At last he stopped in the way.
"Did ye take heed of the lass we bought this of?" says he,
tapping on the bread and cheese.
"To be sure," said I, "and a bonny lass she was."
"Ye thought that?" cries he. "Man, David, that's good news."
"In the name of all that's wonderful, why so?" says I. "What
good can that do?"
"Well," said Alan, with one of his droll looks, "I was rather
hopes it would maybe get us that boat."
"If it were the other way about, it would be liker it," said I.
"That's all that you ken, ye see," said Alan. "I don't want
lass to fall in love with ye, I want her to be sorry for ye,
David; to which end there is no manner of need that she should
take you for a beauty. Let me see" (looking me curiously over).
"I wish ye were a wee thing paler; but apart from that ye'll do
fine for my purpose -- ye have a fine, hang-dog, rag-and-tatter,
clappermaclaw kind of a look to ye, as if ye had stolen the coat
from a potato-bogle. Come; right about, and back to the
change-house for that boat of ours."
I followed him, laughing.
"David Balfour," said he, "ye're a very funny gentleman by
way of it, and this is a very funny employ for ye, no doubt. For
all that, if ye have any affection for my neck (to say nothing of
your own) ye will perhaps be kind enough to take this matter
responsibly. I am going to do a bit of play-acting, the bottom
ground of which is just exactly as serious as the gallows for the
pair of us. So bear it, if ye please, in mind, and conduct
"Well, well," said I, "have it as you will."
As we got near the clachan, he made me take his arm and hang upon
it like one almost helpless with weariness; and by the time he
pushed open the change-house door, he seemed to be half carrying
me. The maid appeared surprised (as well she might be) at our
speedy return; but Alan had no words to spare for her in
explanation, helped me to a chair, called for a tass of brandy
with which he fed me in little sips, and then breaking up the
bread and cheese helped me to eat it like a nursery-lass; the
whole with that grave, concerned, affectionate countenance, that
might have imposed upon a judge. It was small wonder if the maid
were taken with the picture we presented, of a poor, sick,
overwrought lad and his most tender comrade. She drew quite
near, and stood leaning with her back on the next table.
"What's like wrong with him?" said she at last.
Alan turned upon her, to my great wonder, with a kind of fury.
"Wrong?" cries he. "He's walked more hundreds of miles than
has hairs upon his chin, and slept oftener in wet heather than
dry sheets. Wrong, quo' she! Wrong enough, I would think!
Wrong, indeed!" and he kept grumbling to himself as he fed me,
like a man ill-pleased.
"He's young for the like of that," said the maid.
"Ower young," said Alan, with his back to her.
"He would be better riding," says she.
"And where could I get a horse to him?" cried Alan, turning on
her with the same appearance of fury. "Would ye have me steal?"
I thought this roughness would have sent her off in dudgeon, as
indeed it closed her mouth for the time. But my companion knew
very well what he was doing; and for as simple as he was in some
things of life, had a great fund of roguishness in such affairs
"Ye neednae tell me," she said at last -- "ye're gentry."
"Well," said Alan, softened a little (I believe against his will)
by this artless comment, "and suppose we were? Did ever you hear
that gentrice put money in folk's pockets?"
She sighed at this, as if she were herself some disinherited
great lady. "No," says she, "that's true indeed."
I was all this while chafing at the part I played, and sitting
tongue-tied between shame and merriment; but somehow at this I
could hold in no longer, and bade Alan let me be, for I was
better already. My voice stuck in my throat, for I ever hated to
take part in lies; but my very embarrassment helped on the plot,
for the lass no doubt set down my husky voice to sickness and
"Has he nae friends?" said she, in a tearful voice.
"That has he so!" cried Alan, "if we could but win to them!
friends and rich friends, beds to lie in, food to eat, doctors to
see to him -- and here he must tramp in the dubs and sleep in the
heather like a beggarman."
"And why that?" says the lass.
"My dear," said Alan, "I cannae very safely say; but I'll
what I'll do instead," says he, "I'll whistle ye a bit tune."
And with that he leaned pretty far over the table, and in a mere
breath of a whistle, but with a wonderful pretty sentiment, gave
her a few bars of "Charlie is my darling."
"Wheesht," says she, and looked over her shoulder to the door.
"That's it," said Alan.
"And him so young!" cries the lass.
"He's old enough to----" and Alan struck his forefinger on the
of his neck, meaning that I was old enough to lose my head.
"It would be a black shame," she cried, flushing high.
"It's what will be, though," said Alan, "unless we manage
At this the lass turned and ran out of that part of the house,
leaving us alone together. Alan in high good humour at the
furthering of his schemes, and I in bitter dudgeon at being
called a Jacobite and treated like a child.
"Alan," I cried, "I can stand no more of this."
"Ye'll have to sit it then, Davie," said he. "For if ye upset
the pot now, ye may scrape your own life out of the fire, but
Alan Breck is a dead man."
This was so true that I could only groan; and even my groan
served Alan's purpose, for it was overheard by the lass as she
came flying in again with a dish of white puddings and a bottle
of strong ale.
"Poor lamb!" says she, and had no sooner set the meat before us,
than she touched me on the shoulder with a little friendly touch,
as much as to bid me cheer up. Then she told us to fall to, and
there would be no more to pay; for the inn was her own, or at
least her father's, and he was gone for the day to Pittencrieff.
We waited for no second bidding, for bread and cheese is but cold
comfort and the puddings smelt excellently well; and while we sat
and ate, she took up that same place by the next table, looking
on, and thinking, and frowning to herself, and drawing the string
of her apron through her hand.
"I'm thinking ye have rather a long tongue," she said at last
"Ay" said Alan; "but ye see I ken the folk I speak to."
"I would never betray ye," said she, "if ye mean that."
"No," said he, "ye're not that kind. But I'll tell ye what
would do, ye would help."
"I couldnae," said she, shaking her head. "Na, I couldnae."
"No," said he, "but if ye could?"
She answered him nothing.
"Look here, my lass," said Alan, "there are boats in the
of Fife, for I saw two (no less) upon the beach, as I came in by
your town's end. Now if we could have the use of a boat to pass
under cloud of night into Lothian, and some secret, decent kind
of a man to bring that boat back again and keep his counsel,
there would be two souls saved -- mine to all likelihood -- his
to a dead surety. If we lack that boat, we have but three
shillings left in this wide world; and where to go, and how to
do, and what other place there is for us except the chains of a
gibbet -- I give you my naked word, I kenna! Shall we go
wanting, lassie? Are ye to lie in your warm bed and think upon
us, when the wind gowls in the chimney and the rain tirls on the
roof? Are ye to eat your meat by the cheeks of a red fire, and
think upon this poor sick lad of mine, biting his finger ends on
a blae muir for cauld and hunger? Sick or sound, he must aye be
moving; with the death grapple at his throat he must aye be
trailing in the rain on the lang roads; and when he gants his
last on a rickle of cauld stanes, there will be nae friends near
him but only me and God."
At this appeal, I could see the lass was in great trouble of
mind, being tempted to help us, and yet in some fear she might be
helping malefactors; and so now I determined to step in myself
and to allay her scruples with a portion of the truth.
"Did ever you, hear" said I, "of Mr. Rankeillor of the Ferry?"
"Rankeillor the writer?" said she. "I daur say that!"
"Well," said I, "it's to his door that I am bound, so you
judge by that if I am an ill-doer; and I will tell you more, that
though I am indeed, by a dreadful error, in some peril of my
life, King George has no truer friend in all Scotland than myself."
Her face cleared up mightily at this, although Alan's darkened.
"That's more than I would ask," said she. "Mr. Rankeillor
kennt man." And she bade us finish our meat, get clear of the
clachan as soon as might be, and lie close in the bit wood on the
sea-beach. "And ye can trust me," says she, "I'll find some
means to put you over."
At this we waited for no more, but shook hands with her upon the
bargain, made short work of the puddings, and set forth again
from Limekilns as far as to the wood. It was a small piece of
perhaps a score of elders and hawthorns and a few young ashes,
not thick enough to veil us from passersby upon the road or
beach. Here we must lie, however, making the best of the brave
warm weather and the good hopes we now had of a deliverance, and
planing more particularly what remained for us to do.
We had but one trouble all day; when a strolling piper came and
sat in the same wood with us; a red-nosed, bleareyed, drunken
dog, with a great bottle of whisky in his pocket, and a long
story of wrongs that had been done him by all sorts of persons,
from the Lord President of the Court of Session, who had denied
him justice, down to the Bailies of Inverkeithing who had given
him more of it than he desired. It was impossible but he should
conceive some suspicion of two men lying all day concealed in a
thicket and having no business to allege. As long as he stayed
there he kept us in hot water with prying questions; and after he
was gone, as he was a man not very likely to hold his tongue, we
were in the greater impatience to be gone ourselves.
The day came to an end with the same brightness; the night fell
quiet and clear; lights came out in houses and hamlets and then,
one after another, began to be put out; but it was past eleven,
and we were long since strangely tortured with anxieties, before
we heard the grinding of oars upon the rowing-pins. At that, we
looked out and saw the lass herself coming rowing to us in a
boat. She had trusted no one with our affairs, not even her
sweetheart, if she had one; but as soon as her father was asleep,
had left the house by a window, stolen a neighbour's boat, and
come to our assistance single-handed.
I was abashed how to find expression for my thanks; but she was
no less abashed at the thought of hearing them; begged us to lose
no time and to hold our peace, saying (very properly) that the
heart of our matter was in haste and silence; and so, what with
one thing and another, she had set us on the Lothian shore not
far from Carriden, had shaken hands with us, and was out again at
sea and rowing for Limekilns, before there was one word said
either of her service or our gratitude.
Even after she was gone, we had nothing to say, as indeed nothing
was enough for such a kindness. Only Alan stood a great while
upon the shore shaking his head.
"It is a very fine lass," he said at last. "David, it is
fine lass." And a matter of an hour later, as we were lying in a
den on the sea-shore and I had been already dozing, he broke out
again in commendations of her character. For my part, I could
say nothing, she was so simple a creature that my heart smote me
both with remorse and fear: remorse because we had traded upon
her ignorance; and fear lest we should have anyway involved her
in the dangers of our situation.
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