"Well, I won't say ye're wrong.

A man should cherish his weapon like his wife, for it carries his honour." Presently, having drunk the wager, they went indoors again, all but a tall fellow who had been a looker-on, but had not been of the Lennox company.

I had remarked him during the contest, a long, lean man with a bright, humorous blue eye and a fiery red head.

He was maybe ten years older than me, and though he was finely dressed in town clothes, there was about his whole appearance a smack of the sea.

He came forward, and, in a very Highland voice, asked my name.
"Why should I tell you ?" I said, a little nettled.
"Just that I might carry it in my head.