A small stone which I dislodged now rolled down the rock, and tumbled into the abyss close beside him.

He turned his head, and after looking at me for a moment somewhat vacantly, he resumed his former attitude.

I drew yet nearer to the horrible edge not close, however, for fear was on me.
'What are you thinking of, David ?' said I, as I sat behind him and trembled, for I repeat that I was afraid.
_David Haggart_.

I was thinking of Willie Wallace.
_Myself_.

You had better be thinking of yourself, man.