Outlaws -- Fiction; Rob Roy, 1671-1734 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 1689-1745 -- Fiction
Morris's eyes brightened up at this suggestion, and he began to hesitate
forth an assurance that he thirsted for no man's blood, when I cut the
proposed accommodation short, by resenting the Justice's suggestion as an
insult, that went directly to suppose me guilty of the very crime which I
had come to his house with the express intention of disavowing. We were
in this awkward predicament when a servant, opening the door, announced,
“A strange gentleman to wait upon his honour;” and the party whom he thus
described entered the room without farther ceremony.
[Illustration: Die Vernon at Judge Inglewood's--112]
CHAPTER NINTH.
One of the thieves come back again! I'll stand close,
He dares not wrong me now, so near the house,
And call in vain 'tis, till I see him offer it.
The Widow.
“A stranger!” echoed the Justice--“not upon business, I trust, for I'll
be”--
His protestation was cut short by the answer of the man himself. “My
business is of a nature somewhat onerous and particular,” said my
acquaintance, Mr. Campbell--for it was he, the very Scotchman whom I had
seen at Northallerton--“and I must solicit your honour to give instant
and heedful consideration to it.--I believe, Mr. Morris,” he added,
fixing his eye on that person with a look of peculiar firmness and almost
ferocity--“I believe ye ken brawly what I am--I believe ye cannot have
forgotten what passed at our last meeting on the road?” Morris's jaw
dropped--his countenance became the colour of tallow--his teeth
chattered, and he gave visible signs of the utmost consternation. “Take
heart of grace, man,” said Campbell, “and dinna sit clattering your jaws
there like a pair of castanets! I think there can be nae difficulty in
your telling Mr. Justice, that ye have seen me of yore, and ken me to be
a cavalier of fortune, and a man of honour. Ye ken fu' weel ye will be
some time resident in my vicinity, when I may have the power, as I will
possess the inclination, to do you as good a turn.”
“Sir--sir--I believe you to be a man of honour, and, as you say, a man of
fortune. Yes, Mr. Inglewood,” he added, clearing his voice, “I really
believe this gentleman to be so.”
“And what are this gentleman's commands with me?” said the Justice,
somewhat peevishly. “One man introduces another, like the rhymes in the
'house that Jack built,' and I get company without either peace or
conversation!”
“Both shall be yours, sir,” answered Campbell, “in a brief period of
time. I come to release your mind from a piece of troublesome duty, not
to make increment to it.”
“Body o' me! then you are welcome as ever Scot was to England, and that's
not saying much. But get on, man--let's hear what you have got to say at
once.”
“I presume, this gentleman,” continued the North Briton, “told you there
was a person of the name of Campbell with him, when he had the mischance
to lose his valise?”
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