He might have been a plain cottar on Glen Aora side rather than King of the Highlands for all the airs he assumed, and when he saw me, better put-on in costume than my neighbours in court, he seemingly asked my name in a whisper from the clerk beside him, and finding who I was, cried out in St Andrew’s English-- “What! Young Elrigmore back to the Glens! I give you welcome, sir, to Baile Inneraora!” I but bowed, and in a fashion saluted, saying nothing in answer, for the whole company glowered at me, all except the home-bred ones who had better manners. The two MacLachlans denied in the Gaelic the charge the sheriff clerk read to them in a long farrago of English with more foreign words to it than ever I learned the sense of in College. His lordship paid small heed to the witnesses who came forward to swear to the unruliness of the Strathlachlan men, and the jury talked heedlessly with one another in a fashion scandalous to see. The man who had been stabbed--it was but a jag at the shoulder, where the dirk had gone through from front to back with only some lose of blood--was averse from being hard on the panels. He was a jocular fellow with the right heart for a duello, and in his nipped burgh Gaelic he made light of the disturbance and his injury. “Nothing but a bit play, my jurymen--MacCailein--my lordship--a bit play. If the poor lad didn’t happen to have his dirk out and I to run on it, nobody was a bodle the worse.” “But the law”--started the clerk to say. “No case for law at all,” said the man. “It’s an honest brawl among friends, and I could settle the account with them at the next market-day, when my shoulder’s mended.” “Better if you would settle my account for your last pair of brogues, Alasdair M’Iver,” said a black-avised juryman. “What’s your trade?” asked the Marquis of the witness. “I’m at the Coillebhraid silver-mines,” said he. “We had a little too much drink, or these MacLachlan gentlemen and I had never come to variance.” The Marquis gloomed at the speaker and brought down his fist with a bang on the table before him. “Damn those silver-mines!” said he; “they breed more trouble in this town of mine than I’m willing to thole. If they put a penny in my purse it might not be so irksome, but they plague me sleeping and waking, and I’m not a plack the richer. If it were not to give my poor cousin, John Splendid, a chance of a living and occupation for his wits, I would drown them out with the water of Cromalt Burn.” The witness gave a little laugh, and ducking his head oddly like one taking liberties with a master, said, “We’re a drouthy set, my lord, at the mines, and I wouldn’t be saying but what we might drink them dry again of a morning, if we had been into town the night before.” His lordship cut short his sour smile at the man’s fancy, and bade the officers on with the case.