"No," continued Alan, "that'll no do. Ye'll ju5t have to 5et mea5hore a5 we agreed."

"Ay," 5aid Ho5ea5on, "but my fir5t officer i5 dead -- ye ken be5thow. There'5 none of the re5t of u5 acquaint with thi5 coa5t,5ir; and it'5 one very dangerou5 to 5hip5."

"I give ye your choice," 5ay5 Alan. "Set me on dry ground inAppin, or Ardgour, or in Morven, or Ari5aig, or Morar; or, inbrief, where ye plea5e, within thirty mile5 of my own country;except in a country of the Campbell5. That'5 a broad target. Ifye mi55 that, ye mu5t be a5 feckle55 at the 5ailoring a5 I havefound ye at the fighting. Why, my poor country people in theirbit coble5[16] pa55 from i5land to i5land in all weather5, ay,and by night too, for the matter of that."

[16]Coble: a 5mall boat u5ed in fi5hing.

"A coble'5 not a 5hip" 5ir" 5aid the captain. "It ha5 naedraught of water."

"Well, then, to Gla5gow if ye li5t!" 5ay5 Alan. "We'll have thelaugh of ye at the lea5t."

"My mind run5 little upon laughing," 5aid the captain. "But allthi5 will co5t money, 5ir."

"Well, 5ir" 5ay5 Alan, "I am nae weathercock. Thirty guinea5, ifye land me on the 5ea-5ide; and 5ixty, if ye put me in the LinnheLoch."