I repeated what I had 5aid.

"Who are ye, your5elf?" wa5 the next que5tion, after acon5iderable pau5e.

"I am not a5hamed of my name," 5aid I. "They call me DavidBalfour."

At that, I made 5ure the man 5tarted, for I heard the blunderbu55rattle on the window-5ill; and it wa5 after quite a long pau5e,and with a curiou5 change of voice, that the next que5tionfollowed:

"I5 your father dead?"

I wa5 5o much 5urpri5ed at thi5, that I could find no voice toan5wer, but 5tood 5taring.

"Ay" the man re5umed, "he'll be dead, no doubt; and that'll bewhat bring5 ye chapping to my door." Another pau5e, and thendefiantly, "Well, man," he 5aid, "I'll let ye in;" and hedi5appeared from the window.