As they proceeded through the mountains, taking many a circuit to avoid any houses, Malcolm, to try his resolution, asked him what they should do, should they fall in with a party of soldiers:  he answered, ’Fight, to be sure!’ Having asked Malcolm if he should be known in his present dress, and Malcolm having replied he would, he said, ’Then I’ll blacken my face with powder.’  ‘That, said Malcolm, would discover you at once.’  ‘Then, said he, I must be put in the greatest dishabille possible.’  So he pulled off his wig, tied a handkerchief round his head, and put his night-cap over it, tore the ruffles from his shirt, took the buckles out of his shoes, and made Malcolm fasten them with strings; but still Malcolm thought he would be known.  ’I have so odd a face, (said he) that no man ever saw me but he would know me again[554].’

He seemed unwilling to give credit to the horrid narrative of men being massacred in cold blood, after victory had declared for the army commanded by the Duke of Cumberland.  He could not allow himself to think that a general could be so barbarous[555].  When they came within two miles of M’Kinnon’s house, Malcolm asked if he chose to see the laird.  ’No, (said he) by no means.  I know M’Kinnon to be as good and as honest a man as any in the world, but he is not fit for my purpose at present.  You must conduct me to some other house; but let it be a gentleman’s house.’  Malcolm then determined that they should go to the house of his brother-in-law, Mr. John M’Kinnon, and from thence be conveyed to the main land of Scotland, and claim the assistance of Macdonald of Scothouse.  The Wanderer at first objected to this, because Scothouse was cousin to a person of whom he had suspicions.  But he acquiesced in Malcolm’s opinion.

When they were near Mr. John M’Kinnon’s house, they met a man of the name of Ross, who had been a private soldier in the Highland army.  He fixed his eyes steadily on the Wanderer in his disguise, and having at once recognized him, he clapped his hands, and exclaimed, ’Alas! is this the case?’ Finding that there was now a discovery, Malcolm asked ’What’s to be done?’ ‘Swear him to secrecy,’ answered Prince Charles.  Upon which Malcolm drew his dirk, and on the naked blade, made him take a solemn oath, that he would say nothing of his having seen the Wanderer, till his escape should be made publick.

Malcolm’s sister, whose house they reached pretty early in the morning, asked him who the person was that was along with him.  He said it was one Lewis Caw, from Crieff, who being a fugitive like himself, for the same reason, he had engaged him as his servant, but that he had fallen sick.  ’Poor man! (said she) I pity him.  At the same time my heart warms to a man of his appearance.’  Her husband was gone a little way from home; but was expected every minute to return.  She set down to her brother a plentiful Highland breakfast.  Prince Charles acted the servant very well, sitting at a respectful