But his breath laboured, and there was pain in his eyes.
"I've got my call," he said faintly.

"Who would have thought that Ninian Campbell would meet his death from an Indian shabble?
They'll no believe it at Tortuga.

Still and on...." I brought him water in my hat, and for a moment he breathed freely.

He motioned me to put my ear close.
"You'll send word to the folk in Breadalbane....

Just say that I came by an honest end....