Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
they had completed their journey that comprehended the distance between
Stirling and Edinburgh. The shades of evening were thus just beginning
to gather, as the travellers reached a small village about six or seven
miles from Edinburgh; and it had become pretty dark by the time they had
got midway between the two places just named. At this particular
locality, young M'Lauchlane and his companion passed a well-dressed,
respectable-looking, elderly man, on the road, who was going in the same
direction with themselves. On having gone beyond him, about the distance
of a hundred yards or so, the Irishman suddenly stopped, and addressing
his young friend, said--
"I owe that old rascal that we passed just now, a grudge, and have a
good mind to go back and give him a taste of this twig, by way of
recompense"--shaking a stout cudgel that he carried in his hand. "Will
you lend me a hand?"
Stupefied, or rather, perhaps, distracted with the drink which he had
swallowed, the poor, unreflecting boy at once agreed to assist his
friend in revenging the injuries of which he complained. What these
were, or when, where, or how they had taken place, he never thought of
inquiring. It was enough for him that his companion had been injured,
and enough also for him was the assertion of the latter that he had been
so, and that the old man they had just passed was the inflictor of this
injury.
In a minute after, the old man, whom they had now approached, was
knocked down by the bludgeon of the Irishman--young M'Lauchlane standing
close by. On his falling--
"Tip his watch there," said the former, in a hurried whisper to his
companion, at the same time nudging him with his elbow; "and feel if the
old fellow has any clink in his pockets. Out with it if he has. He owes
me ten times more than he has about him, let that be what it may."
Without a moment's thought or hesitation, the unthinking boy, doing as
he was desired, flung himself on the prostrate old man, seized his watch
chain, and had just dragged it from its pocket, when he was seized by
the collar from behind. On turning round, he found himself in the
custody of two men, who had come up accidentally, unheard and
unobserved, at least by him; but not by his companion, who, aware of
their approach, had, without giving the unfortunate lad warning, darted
through a hedge, and disappeared. It was in vain that the unhappy youth,
on perceiving the dreadful predicament in which he stood, urged the
extenuating facts of the case to his captors. All the circumstances of a
highway robbery, aggravated by personal violence, were too apparent, and
too clearly referable to M'Lauchlane as the perpetrator, to allow of
anything he might assert to the contrary being for an instant believed.
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