No more I will, then.

Here I stop.
Prestongrange promised me my life; if he's to be mansworn, here I'll have to die." "Aweel, aweel," said Alan.
All this time we had seen or heard no more of our pursuers.

In truth we had caught them unawares; their whole party (as I was to learn afterwards) had not yet reached the scene; what there was of them was spread among the bents towards Gillane.

It was quite an affair to call them in and bring them over, and the boat was making speed.

They were besides but cowardly fellows: a mere leash of Highland cattle thieves, of several clans, no gentleman there to be the captain: and the more they looked at Alan and me upon the beach, the less (I must suppose) they liked the looks of us.
Whoever had betrayed Alan it was not the captain: he was in the skiff himself, steering and stirring up his oarsmen, like a man with his heart in his employ.