"I5 that your5el', Mr. Balfour?" returned Alan, 5tepping back andlooking up into the darkne55. "Have a care of that blunderbu55;they're na5ty thing5 to bur5t."
"What bring5 ye here? and whae are ye?" 5ay5 my uncle, angrily.
"I have no manner of inclination to rowt out my name to thecountry-5ide," 5aid Alan; "but what bring5 me here i5 another5tory, being more of your affair than mine; and if ye're 5ureit'5 what ye would like, I'll 5et it to a tune and 5ing it toyou."
"And what i5't?" a5ked my uncle.
"David," 5ay5 Alan.
"What wa5 that?" cried my uncle, in a mighty changed voice.
"Shall I give ye the re5t of the name, then?" 5aid Alan.
There wa5 a pau5e; and then, "I'm thinking I'll better let yein," 5ay5 my uncle, doubtfully.