"Not wanting to find him, in my poor thought.

They think perhaps he might set up a fair defence, upon the back of which James, the man they're really after, might climb out.

This is not a case, ye see, it's a conspiracy." "Yet I can tell you Prestongrange asked after Alan keenly," said I; "though, when I come to think of it, he was something of the easiest put by." "See that!" says he.

"But there! I may be right or wrong, that's guesswork at the best, and let me get to my facts again.

It comes to my ears that James and the witnesses--the witnesses, Mr.Balfour!--lay in close dungeons, and shackled forbye, in the military prison at Fort William; none allowed in to them, nor they to write.