He it is that gets the money in, and does the management." This was the first time I heard the name of that James Stewart, who was afterwards so famous at the time of his hanging.

But I took little heed at the moment, for all my mind was occupied with the generosity of these poor Highlanders.
"I call it noble," I cried.

"I'm a Whig, or little better; but I call it noble." "Ay" said he, "ye're a Whig, but ye're a gentleman; and that's what does it.

Now, if ye were one of the cursed race of Campbell, ye would gnash your teeth to hear tell of it.

If ye were the Red Fox..." And at that name, his teeth shut together, and he ceased speaking.