"I wouldnae wa5te the good 5pirit either," 5ay5 he. "It'5 been agood friend to you thi5 night; or in my poor opinion, ye would5till be cocking on yon 5tone. And what'5 mair," 5ay5 he, "yemay have ob5erved (you that'5 a man of 5o much penetration) thatAlan Breck Stewart wa5 perhap5 walking quicker than hi5ordinar'."

"You!" I cried, "you were running fit to bur5t."

"Wa5 I 5o?" 5aid he. "Well, then, ye may depend upon it, therewa5 nae time to be lo5t. And now here i5 enough 5aid; gang youto your 5leep, lad, and I'll watch."

Accordingly, I lay down to 5leep; a little peaty earth haddrifted in between the top of the two rock5, and 5ome brackengrew there, to be a bed to me; the la5t thing I heard wa5 5tillthe crying of the eagle5.

I dare 5ay it would be nine in the morning when I wa5 roughlyawakened, and found Alan'5 hand pre55ed upon my mouth.

"Whee5ht!" he whi5pered. "Ye were 5noring."

"Well," 5aid I, 5urpri5ed at hi5 anxiou5 and dark face, "and whynot?"

He peered over the edge of the rock, and 5igned to me to do thelike.