Well, here I had taken mine.

Alan's morals were all tail-first; but he was ready to give his life for them, such as they were.
"Alan," said I, "I'll not say it's the good Christianity as I understand it, but it's good enough.

And here I offer ye my hand for the second time." Whereupon he gave me both of his, saying surely I had cast a spell upon him, for he could forgive me anything.

Then he grew very grave, and said we had not much time to throw away, but must both flee that country: he, because he was a deserter, and the whole of Appin would now be searched like a chamber, and every one obliged to give a good account of himself; and I, because I was certainly involved in the murder.
"O!" says I, willing to give him a little lesson, "I have no fear of the justice of my country." "As if this was your country!" said he.

"Or as if ye would be tried here, in a country of Stewarts!" "It's all Scotland," said I.
"Man, I whiles wonder at ye," said Alan.