Now if your gentry kens the place, they ken the time forbye.

Do ye see me coming, Davie?
Thanks to Johnnie Cope and other red-coat gomerals, I should ken this country like the back of my hand; and if ye're ready for another bit run with Alan Breck, we'll can cast back inshore, and come down to the seaside again by Dirleton.

If the ship's there, we'll try and get on board of her.

If she's no there, I'll just have to get back to my weary haystack.

But either way of it, I think we will leave your gentry whistling on their thumbs." "I believe there's some chance in it," said I."Have on with ye, Alan!" * * * * *.