And if ye killed this Colin to-morrow, what better would ye be?
There would be another factor in his shoes, as fast as spur can drive." "Ye're a good lad in a fight," said Alan; "but, man! ye have Whig blood in ye!" He spoke kindly enough, but there was so much anger under his contempt that I thought it was wise to change the conversation.

I expressed my wonder how, with the Highlands covered with troops, and guarded like a city in a siege, a man in his situation could come and go without arrest.
"It's easier than ye would think," said Alan.

"A bare hillside (ye see) is like all one road; if there's a sentry at one place, ye just go by another.

And then the heather's a great help.

And everywhere there are friends' houses and friends' byres and haystacks.