Then as we took our candles he told us that the wander-fever had him and that he would be riding to Edinburgh.

Archibald protested, but he daffed it by.

So the next day he went, and he may be in Edinburgh.

It would seem nothing, if these Highland chiefs were not his kin and if there wasn't this round and round rumor of the Pretender and the French army! There may be nothing--he may be riding back almost to-morrow!" But Mr.Touris would not shake the black dog from his shoulders.
"He'll bring trouble yet--was born the sort to do it!" Alexander defended him.
"Oh, you're his friend--sworn for thick and thin! As for Alison, she'd find a good word for the fiend from hell!--not that my sister's son is anything of that," said the Scotchman.

"But he'll bring trouble to warm, canny, king-and-kirk-abiding folk! He's an Indian macaw in a dove-cote." They rose from table.