But it was clear that three-fourths of the company were in the last state of drunkenness, and since men in liquor can never let well alone, they must needs begin to meddle with me. "Gidden," said one, "what kind o’ gentleman hae we here? I havena seen sic a fellow sin’ yon steeple-jaick at Brochtoun Fair. D’ye think he wad be willin’ to gie us a bit entertainment?" Now you must remember that I still wore my suit of torn and dirty crimson, and with my stained face and long hair I must have cut a rare figure. But had the thing gone no further than words I should never have stirred a finger in the matter, for when a man’s energies are all bent upon some great quarrel, he has little stomach for lesser bickerings. But now one arose in a drunken frolic, staggered over to where I sat, and plucked me rudely by the arm. "Come ower," he said, "my man, and let’sh see ye dance the ’Nancy kilt her Coats.’ You see here twelve honest sodgers whae will gie ye a penny a piece for the ploy." "Keep your hands off," I said brusquely, "and hold your tongue. ’Twill be you that will do the dancing soon at the end of a tow on the castle hill, when King William plays the fiddle. You’ll be brisker lads then." "What," said he in a second, with drunken gravity. "Do I hear you shpeak treason against his majesty King James? Dod, I’ll learn ye better." And he tugged at his sword, but being unable in his present state to draw it with comfort, he struck me a hard thwack over the shoulder, scabbard and all. In a moment I was ablaze with passion. I flung myself on the fellow, and with one buffet sent him rolling below the table. Then I was ashamed for myself, for a drunken man is no more fit for an honest blow than a babe or a woman. But there was no time for shame or aught save action. Three men—the only three who were able to understand the turn of affairs—rose to their feet in a trice, and with drawn swords came towards me. The others sat stupidly staring, save two who had fallen asleep and rolled from their seats. I picked up my chair, which was broad and heavy and of excellent stout oak, and held it before me like a shield. I received the first man’s awkward lunge full on it, and, thrusting it forward, struck him fair above the elbow, while his blade fell with a clatter on the floor. Meantime the others were attacking me to the best of their power, and though they were singly feeble, yet in their very folly they were more dangerous than a mettlesome opponent, who will keep always in front and observe well the rules of the game. Indeed, it might have gone hard with me had not the door been flung violently open and the landlord entered, wringing his hands and beseeching, and close at his heels another man, very tall and thin and dark. At the sight of this second my heart gave a great bound and I cried aloud in delight. For it was my servant Nicol.