"Alan Breck, they call me.

A king's name is good enough for me, though I bear it plain and have the name of no farm-midden to clap to the hind-end of it." And having administered this rebuke, as though it were something of a chief importance, he turned to examine our defences.
The round-house was built very strong, to support the breaching of the seas.

Of its five apertures, only the skylight and the two doors were large enough for the passage of a man.

The doors, besides, could be drawn close: they were of stout oak, and ran in grooves, and were fitted with hooks to keep them either shut or open, as the need arose.

The one that was already shut I secured in this fashion; but when I was proceeding to slide to the other, Alan stopped me.
"David," said he--"for I cannae bring to mind the name of your landed estate, and so will make so bold as to call you David--that door, being open, is the best part of my defences." "It would be yet better shut," says I.
"Not so, David," says he.