Part 37 (1/2)
”A letter to James More?” said he
”The same,” said I
”Well, and I can tell ye ht, when you were fast asleep, I heard thewith some one in the French, and then the door of that inn to be opened and shut”
”Alan!” cried I, ”you slept all night, and I am here to prove it”
”Ay, but I would never trust Alan whether he was asleep or waking!” says he ”But the business looks bad Let's see the letter”
I gave it him
”Catriona,” said he, ”you have to excuseless than my fine bones upon the cast of it, and I'll have to break this seal”
”It is h, and flung his hand in the air
”The stinking brock!” says he, and craether This place is fair death to an to walk towards the inn
It was Catriona that spoke the first ”He has sold you?” she asked
”Sold me, my dear,” said Alan ”But thanks to you and Davie, I'll can jink him yet Just let me win upon my horse,” he added
”Catriona must come with us,” said I ”She can have no more traffic with that man She and I are to be married” At which she pressed my hand to her side
”Are ye there with it?” says Alan, looking back ”The best day's work that ever either of you did yet! And I'm bound to say, my dawtie, ye make a real, bonny couple”
The way that he was following brought us close in by the windmill, where I are of afrom behind it Only, of course, we took him in the rear
”See, Alan!”
”Wheesht!” said, he, ”this is my affairs”
Theof the ot up close before he noticed Then he turned, and as a big felloith a any face
”I think, sir,” says Alan, ”that you speak the English?”
”Non, monsieur,” says he, with an incredible bad accent
”Non,him ”Is that how they learn you French on the Seahorse? Ye lish hurdies!”
And bounding on him before he could escape, he dealt the man a kick that laid hie smile, and watched him scramble to his feet and scah time I was clear of these empty bents!” said Alan; and continued his way at top speed, and we still following, to the backdoor of Bazin's inn
It chanced that as we entered by the one door we ca by the other
”Here!” said I to Catriona, ”quick! upstairs with you and make your packets; this is no fit scene for you”