CHAPTER VIII.
RED RINGAN.
Once at Edinburgh College I had read the Latin tale of Apuleius, and the beginning stuck in my memory: "_Thraciam ex negotio petebam_"-- "I was starting off for Thrace on business." That was my case now.

I was about to plunge into a wild world for no more startling causes than that I was a trader who wanted to save my pocket.

It is to those who seek only peace and a quiet life that adventures fall; the homely merchant, jogging with his pack train, finds the enchanted forest and the sleeping princess; and Saul, busily searching for his father's asses, stumbles upon a kingdom.
"What seek ye with Ringan ?" Mercer asked, when we had sat down inside with locked doors.
"The man's name is Ninian Campbell," I said, somewhat puzzled.
"Well, it's the same thing.

What did they teach you at Lesmahagow if ye don't know that Ringan is the Scots for Ninian?
Lord bless me, laddie, don't tell me ye've never heard of Red Ringan ?" To be sure I had; I had heard of little else for a twelvemonth.

In every tavern in Virginia, when men talked of the Free Companions, it was the name of Red Ringan that came first to their tongues.