The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20Stevenson, Robert Louis
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The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20
Stevenson, Robert Louis
French -- England -- Fiction; Prisoners of war -- Fiction
All day the dogs were kept unsparingly on the alert, and the drove
pushed forward at a very unusual and seemingly unwelcome speed. All day
Sim and Candlish, with a more than ordinary expenditure both of snuff
and of words, continued to debate the position. It seems that they had
recognised two of our neighbours on the road--one Faa, and another by
the name of Gillies. Whether there was an old feud between them still
unsettled I could never learn; but Sim and Candlish were prepared for
every degree of fraud or violence at their hands. Candlish repeatedly
congratulated himself on having left "the watch at home with the
mistress"; and Sim perpetually brandished his cudgel, and cursed his
ill-fortune that it should be sprung.
"I wilna care a damn to gie the daashed scoon'rel a fair clout wi' it,"
he said. "The daashed thing micht come sindry in ma hand."
"Well, gentlemen," said I, "suppose they do come on, I think we can give
a very good account of them." And I made my piece of holly, Ronald's
gift, the value of which I now appreciated, sing about my head.
"Ay, man? Are ye stench?" inquired Sim, with a gleam of approval in his
wooden countenance.
The same evening, somewhat wearied with our day-long expedition, we
encamped on a little verdant mound, from the midst of which there welled
a spring of clear water scarce great enough to wash the hands in. We had
made our meal and lain down, but were not yet asleep, when a growl from
one of the collies set us on the alert. All three sat up, and on a
second impulse all lay down again, but now with our cudgels ready. A man
must be an alien and an outlaw, an old soldier and a young man in the
bargain, to take adventure easily. With no idea as to the rights of the
quarrel or the probable consequences of the encounter, I was as ready to
take part with my two drovers as ever to fall in line on the morning of
a battle. Presently there leaped three men out of the heather; we had
scarce time to get to our feet before we were assailed; and in a moment
each one of us was engaged with an adversary whom the deepening twilight
scarce permitted him to see. How the battle sped in other quarters I am
in no position to describe. The rogue that fell to my share was
exceedingly agile and expert with his weapon; had and held me at a
disadvantage from the first assault; forced me to give ground
continually, and at last, in mere self-defence, to let him have the
point. It struck him in the throat, and he went down like a nine-pin and
moved no more.
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