“So you see, John,” he said in conclusion, “I have more work than tools to do it with.  I am heartily sorry I ever accepted such a mixed and meagre commission.  At the bottom of it lies (I am well convinced) not only the desire to keep things quiet, but the paltry jealousy of the military people.  Because I am not a Colonel, forsooth, or a Captain in His Majesty’s service, it would never do to trust me with a company of soldiers!  And yet they would not send either Colonel or Captain, for fear of a stir in the rustic mind.  The only thing that I can do with any chance of success, is to rout out these vile Doone fellows, and burn their houses over their heads.  Now what think you of that, John Ridd?”

“Destroy the town of the Doones,” I said, “and all the Doones inside it!  Surely, Jeremy, you would never think of such a cruel act as that!”

“A cruel act, John!  It would be a mercy for at least three counties.  No doubt you folk, who live so near, are well accustomed to them, and would miss your liveliness in coming home after nightfall, and the joy of finding your sheep and cattle right, when you not expected it.  But after awhile you might get used to the dullness of being safe in your beds, and not losing your sisters and sweethearts.  Surely, on the whole, it is as pleasant not to be robbed as to be robbed.”

“I think we should miss them very much,” I answered after consideration; for the possibility of having no Doones had never yet occurred to me, and we all were so thoroughly used to them, and allowed for it in our year’s reckoning; “I am sure we should miss them very sadly; and something worse would come of it.”

“Thou art the staunchest of all staunch Tories,” cried Stickles, laughing, as he shook my hand; “thou believest in the divine right of robbers, who are good enough to steal thy own fat sheep.  I am a jolly Tory, John, but thou art ten times jollier:  oh! the grief in thy face at the thought of being robbed no longer!”

He laughed in a very unseemly manner; while I descried nothing to laugh about.  For we always like to see our way; and a sudden change upsets us.  And unless it were in the loss of the farm, or the death of the King, or of Betty Muxworthy, there was nothing that could so unsettle our minds as the loss of the Doones of Bagworthy.

And beside all this, I was thinking, of course, and thinking more than all the rest, about the troubles that might ensue to my own beloved Lorna.  If an attack of Glen Doone were made by savage soldiers and rude train-bands, what might happen, or what might not, to my delicate, innocent darling?  Therefore, when Jeremy Stickles again placed the matter before me, commending my strength and courage and skill (to flatter me of the highest), and finished by saying that I would be worth at least four common men to him, I cut him short as follows:—­

“Master Stickles, once for all, I will have naught to do with it.  The reason why is no odds of thine, nor in any way disloyal.  Only in thy plans remember that I will not strike a blow, neither give any counsel, neither guard any prisoners.”