‘Does he always reside in that cave?’

’Out, no! it’s past the skill of man to tell where he’s to be found at a’ times; there’s not a dern nook, or cove, or corrie, in the whole country that he’s not acquainted with.’

‘And do others beside your master shelter him?’

‘My master?  My master is in Heaven,’ answered Evan, haughtily; and then immediately assuming his usual civility of manner, ’but you mean my Chief;—­no, he does not shelter Donald Bean Lean, nor any that are like him; he only allows him (with a smile) wood and water.’

’No great boon, I should think, Evan, when both seem to be very plenty.’

’Ah! but ye dinna see through it.  When I say wood and water, I mean the loch and the land; and I fancy Donald would be put till ‘t if the Laird were to look for him wi’ threescore men in the wood of Kailychat yonder; and if our boats, with a score or twa mair, were to come down the loch to Uaimh an Ri, headed by mysell, or ony other pretty man.’

’But suppose a strong party came against him from the Low Country, would not your Chief defend him?’

’Na, he would not ware the spark of a flint for him—­if they came with the law.’

‘And what must Donald do, then?’

’He behoved to rid this country of himsell, and fall back, it may be, over the mount upon Letter Scriven.’

‘And if he were pursued to that place?’

‘I’se warrant he would go to his cousin’s at Rannoch.’

‘Well, but if they followed him to Rannoch?’

‘That,’ quoth Evan, ’is beyond all belief; and, indeed, to tell you the truth, there durst not a Lowlander in all Scotland follow the fray a gun-shot beyond Bally-Brough, unless he had the help of the Sidier Dhu.’

‘Whom do you call so?’

’The Sidier Dhu? the black soldier; that is what they call the independent companies that were raised to keep peace and law in the Highlands.  Vich Ian Vohr commanded one of them for five years, and I was sergeant mysell, I shall warrant ye.  They call them Sidier Dhu because they wear the tartans, as they call your men—­ King George’s men—­Sidier Roy, or red soldiers.’

’Well, but when you were in King George’s pay, Evan, you were surely King George’s soldiers?’

’Troth, and you must ask Vich Ian Vohr about that; for we are for his king, and care not much which o’ them it is.  At ony rate, nobody can say we are King George’s men now, when we have not seen his pay this twelve-month.’

This last argument admitted of no reply, nor did Edward attempt any; he rather chose to bring back the discourse to Donald Bean Lean.  ’Does Donald confine himself to cattle, or does he lift, as you call it, anything else that comes in his way?’

’Troth, he’s nae nice body, and he’ll just tak onything, but most readily cattle, horse, or live Christians; for sheep are slow of travel, and inside plenishing is cumbrous to carry, and not easy to put away for siller in this country.’