Kidnapped (Illustrated): Being Memoirs of the Adventures of David Balfour in the Year 1751Stevenson, Robert Louis
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Kidnapped (Illustrated): Being Memoirs of the Adventures of David Balfour in the Year 1751
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Kidnapping -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
This change of note disconcerted Ebenezer; he was a little while
digesting it, and then says he, “Weel, weel, what must be must,” and
shut the window. But it took him a long time to get down-stairs, and a
still longer to undo the fastenings, repenting (I dare say) and taken
with fresh claps of fear at every second step and every bolt and bar. At
last, however, we heard the creak of the hinges, and it seems my uncle
slipped gingerly out and (seeing that Alan had stepped back a pace or
two) sate him down on the top doorstep with the blunderbuss ready in his
hands.
“And now,” says he, “mind I have my blunderbush, and if ye take a step
nearer ye’re as good as deid.”
“And a very civil speech,” says Alan, “to be sure.”
“Na,” says my uncle, “but this is no a very chancy kind of a
proceeding, and I’m bound to be prepared. And now that we understand
each other, ye’ll can name your business.”
“Why,” says Alan, “you that are a man of so much understanding, will
doubtless have perceived that I am a Hieland gentleman. My name has nae
business in my story; but the county of my friends is no very far from
the Isle of Mull, of which ye will have heard. It seems there was a ship
lost in those parts; and the next day a gentleman of my family was
seeking wreck-wood for his fire along the sands, when he came upon a lad
that was half drowned. Well, he brought him to; and he and some other
gentleman took and clapped him in an auld, ruined castle, where from
that day to this he has been a great expense to my friends. My friends
are a wee wild-like, and not so particular about the law as some that I
could name; and finding that the lad owned some decent folk, and was
your born nephew, Mr. Balfour, they asked me to give ye a bit call and
confer upon the matter. And I may tell ye at the off-go, unless we can
agree upon some terms, ye are little likely to set eyes upon him. For my
friends,” added Alan, simply, “are no very well off.”
My uncle cleared his throat. “I’m no very caring,” says he. “He wasnae a
good lad at the best of it, and I’ve nae call to interfere.”
“Ay, ay,” said Alan, “I see what ye would be at: pretending ye don’t
care, to make the ransom smaller.”
“Na,” said my uncle, “it’s the mere truth. I take nae manner of interest
in the lad, and I’ll pay nae ransome, and ye can make a kirk and a mill
of him for what I care.”
“Hoot, sir,” says Alan. “Blood’s thicker than water, in the deil’s name!
Ye cannae desert your brother’s son for the fair shame of it; and if ye
did, and it came to be kennt, ye wouldnae be very popular in your
country-side, or I’m the more deceived.”
“I’m no just very popular the way it is,” returned Ebenezer; “and I
dinnae see how it would come to be kennt. No by me, onyway; nor yet by
you or your friends. So that’s idle talk, my buckie,” says he.
“Then it’ll have to be David that tells it,” said Alan.
“How that?” says my uncle, sharply.
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