"This is a Campbell that's been killed.

Well, it'll be tried in Inverara, the Campbells' head place; with fifteen Campbells in the jury-box and the biggest Campbell of all (and that's the Duke) sitting cocking on the bench.

Justice, David?
The same justice, by all the world, as Glenure found awhile ago at the roadside." This frightened me a little, I confess, and would have frightened me more if I had known how nearly exact were Alan's predictions; indeed it was but in one point that he exaggerated, there being but eleven Campbells on the jury; though as the other four were equally in the Duke's dependence, it mattered less than might appear.

Still, I cried out that he was unjust to the Duke of Argyle, who (for all he was a Whig) was yet a wise and honest nobleman.
"Hoot!" said Alan, "the man's a Whig, nae doubt; but I would never deny he was a good chieftain to his clan.

And what would the clan think if there was a Campbell shot, and naebody hanged, and their own chief the Justice General?
But I have often observed," says Alan, "that you Low-country bodies have no clear idea of what's right and wrong." At this I did at last laugh out aloud, when to my surprise, Alan joined in, and laughed as merrily as myself.
"Na, na," said he, "we're in the Hielands, David; and when I tell ye to run, take my word and run.