I am nameless like the Folk of Peace.[3] Catriona Drummond is the one I use." Now indeed I knew where I was standing.

In all broad Scotland there was but the one name proscribed, and that was the name of the Macgregors.
Yet so far from fleeing this undesirable acquaintancy, I plunged the deeper in.
"I have been sitting with one who was in the same case with yourself," said I, "and I think he will be one of your friends.

They called him Robin Oig." "Did ye so ?" cries she.

"Ye met Rob ?" "I passed the night with him," said I.
"He is a fowl of the night," said she.
"There was a set of pipes there," I went on, "so you may judge if the time passed." "You should be no enemy, at all events," said she.

"That was his brother there a moment since, with the red soldiers round him.