They walked on in silence. The youth could hardly keep up with Alister, who thought him ill bred, and did not care for his company. "Why do you walk so fast?" said Valentine. "Because I want to get home," replied Alister. "But I paid you to keep me company!" "You paid me to carry your bag. I will leave it at the New House." His coolness roused the weary youth. "You rascal!" he said; "you keep alongside of me, or I'll pepper you." As he spoke, he shifted his gun. But Alister had already, with a few long strides, put a space of utter darkness between them. He had taken the shilling, and must carry the bag, but did not feel bound to personal attendance. At the same time he could not deny there was reason in the man's unwillingness to trust him. What had he about him to give him in pledge? Nothing but his watch, his father's, a gift of THE PRINCE to the head of the family!--he could not profane that by depositing it for a game-bag! He must yield to his employer, moderate his pace, and move side by side with the Sasunnach! Again they walked some distance in silence. Alister began to discover that his companion was weary, and his good heart spoke. "Let me carry your gun," he said. "See you damned!" returned Valentine, with an angry laugh. "You fancy your gun protects your bag?" "I do." The same instant the gun was drawn, with swift quiet force, through the loop of his arm from behind. Feeling himself defenceless, he sprang at the highlander, but he eluded him, and in a moment was out of his reach, lost in the darkness. He heard the lock of one barrel snap: it was not loaded; the second barrel went off, and he gave a great jump, imagining himself struck. The next instant the gun was below his arm again. "It will be lighter to carry now!" said the Macruadh; "but if you like I will take it." "Take it, then. But no!--By Jove, I wish there was light enough to see what sort of a rascal you look!" "You are not very polite!" "Mind your own politeness. I was never so roughly served in my life!--by a fellow too that had taken my money! If I knew where to find a magistrate in this beastly place,--" "You would tell him I emptied your gun because you threatened me with it!" "You were going off with my bag!" "Because I undertook to carry your bag, was I bound to endure your company?" "Alister!" said a quiet voice out of the darkness. The highlander started, and in a tone strangely tremulous, yet with a kind of triumph in it, answered-- "Ian!" The one word said, he stood still, but as in the act to run, staring into the darkness. The next moment he flung down the game-bag, and two men were in each other's arms. "Where are you from, Ian?" said the chief at length, in a voice broken with gladness. All Valentine understood of the question, for it was in Gaelic, was its emotion, and he scorned a fellow to show the least sign of breaking down. "Straight from Moscow," answered the new-comer. "How is our mother?" "Well, Ian, thank God!"