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The
first
was
a
great
,
red-headed
gentleman
,
of
an
imperious
and
flushed
face
,
who
carried
his
hat
in
his
hand
and
fanned
himself
,
for
he
was
in
a
breathing
heat
.
The
second
,
by
his
decent
black
garb
and
white
wig
,
I
correctly
took
to
be
a
lawyer
.
The
third
was
a
servant
,
and
wore
some
part
of
his
clothes
in
tartan
,
which
showed
that
his
master
was
of
a
Highland
family
,
and
either
an
outlaw
or
else
in
singular
good
odour
with
the
Government
,
since
the
wearing
of
tartan
was
against
the
Act
.
If
I
had
been
better
versed
in
these
things
,
I
would
have
known
the
tartan
to
be
of
the
Argyle
(
or
Campbell
)
colours
.
This
servant
had
a
good-sized
portmanteau
strapped
on
his
horse
,
and
a
net
of
lemons
(
to
brew
punch
with
)
hanging
at
the
saddle-bow
;
as
was
often
enough
the
custom
with
luxurious
travellers
in
that
part
of
the
country
.
As
for
the
fourth
,
who
brought
up
the
tail
,
I
had
seen
his
like
before
,
and
knew
him
at
once
to
be
a
sheriff
's
officer
.
I
had
no
sooner
seen
these
people
coming
than
I
made
up
my
mind
(
for
no
reason
that
I
can
tell
)
to
go
through
with
my
adventure
;
and
when
the
first
came
alongside
of
me
,
I
rose
up
from
the
bracken
and
asked
him
the
way
to
Aucharn
.
He
stopped
and
looked
at
me
,
as
I
thought
,
a
little
oddly
;
and
then
,
turning
to
the
lawyer
,
"
Mungo
,
"
said
he
,
"
there
's
many
a
man
would
think
this
more
of
a
warning
than
two
pyats
.
Here
am
I
on
my
road
to
Duror
on
the
job
ye
ken
;
and
here
is
a
young
lad
starts
up
out
of
the
bracken
,
and
speers
if
I
am
on
the
way
to
Aucharn
.
"
"
Glenure
,
"
said
the
other
,
"
this
is
an
ill
subject
for
jesting
.
"
These
two
had
now
drawn
close
up
and
were
gazing
at
me
,
while
the
two
followers
had
halted
about
a
stone-cast
in
the
rear
.
"
And
what
seek
ye
in
Aucharn
?
"
said
Colin
Roy
Campbell
of
Glenure
,
him
they
called
the
Red
Fox
;
for
he
it
was
that
I
had
stopped
.
"
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
?
"
