`` The man that lives there , '' said I. `` James of the Glens , '' says Glenure , musingly ; and then to the lawyer : `` Is he gathering his people , think ye ? '' `` Anyway , '' says the lawyer , `` we shall do better to bide where we are , and let the soldiers rally us . '' `` If you are concerned for me , '' said I , `` I am neither of his people nor yours , but an honest subject of King George , owing no man and fearing no man . '' `` Why , very well said , '' replies the Factor . `` But if I may make so bold as ask , what does this honest man so far from his country ? and why does he come seeking the brother of Ardshiel ? I have power here , I must tell you . I am King 's Factor upon several of these estates , and have twelve files of soldiers at my back . '' `` I have heard a waif word in the country , '' said I , a little nettled , `` that you were a hard man to drive . '' He still kept looking at me , as if in doubt . `` Well , '' said he , at last , `` your tongue is bold ; but I am no unfriend to plainness . If ye had asked me the way to the door of James Stewart on any other day but this , I would have set ye right and bidden ye God speed . But to-day -- eh , Mungo ? '' And he turned again to look at the lawyer . But just as he turned there came the shot of a firelock from higher up the hill ; and with the very sound of it Glenure fell upon the road . `` O , I am dead ! '' he cried , several times over . The lawyer had caught him up and held him in his arms , the servant standing over and clasping his hands . And now the wounded man looked from one to another with scared eyes , and there was a change in his voice , that went to the heart . `` Take care of yourselves , '' says he .
`` I XXXXX dead . ''
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