CAMPBELL (_to STEWART_). Weel, sir, it is within the cognizance of the law that you have knowledge and information of the place of harbor and concealment used by certain persons who are in a state of proscription. Furthermore, it is known that four days ago certain other proscribed persons did join with these, and that they are banded together in an endeavor to secure the escape from these dominions of His Majesty, King George, of certain persons who by their crimes and treasons lie open to the capital charge. What say ye? (STEWART _makes no reply._) CAMPBELL. Ye admit this then? (STEWART _as before._) CAMPBELL. Come, come, my lad. Ye stand in great jeopardy. Great affairs of state lie behind this which are beyond your simple understanding. Speak up and it will be the better for ye. (STEWART _silent as before._) CAMPBELL. Look you. I'll be frank with you. No harm will befall you this night--and I wish all in this house to note my words--no harm will befall you this night if you supply the information required. (STEWART _as before._) CAMPBELL (_with sudden passion_). Sandeman, put your sword to the carcass o' this muckle ass and see will it louse his tongue. STEWART. It may be as well then, Mr. Campbell, that I should say a word to save your breath. It is this: Till you talk Rannoch Loch to the top of Schiehallion, ye'll no' talk me into a yea or nay. CAMPBELL (_quietly_). Say ye so? Noo, I widna be so very sure if I were you. I've had a lairge experience o' life, and speaking out of it I would say that only fools and the dead never change their minds. STEWART (_quietly too_). Then you'll be adding to your experience to-night, Mr. Campbell, and you'll have something to put on to the other side of it. CAMPBELL (_tapping his snuff-box_). Very possibly, young sir, but what I would present for your consideration is this: While ye may be prepared to keep your mouth shut under the condition of a fool, are ye equally prepared to do so in the condition of a dead man? (CAMPBELL _waits expectantly._ STEWART _silent as before._) CAMPBELL. Tut, tut, now, if it's afraid ye are, my lad, with my hand on my heart and on my word as a gentleman-- STEWART. Afraid! (_He spits in contempt towards_ CAMPBELL.) CAMPBELL (_enraged_). Ye damned stubborn Hieland stot. (_To_ SANDEMAN) Have him taken out. We'll get it another way. (CAMPBELL _rises._ STEWART _is moved into barn by soldiers._)