Oh, aye, when ye march and fight alangside them, they're good enough! They're his Majesty's cousins.

God save King George!" The recruiting party banged with tankards upon the table.

One of the number put a question of his own.

He had a look half pedant, half bully, and he spoke with a one-quarter-drunken, owllike solemnity.
"I may take it from the look of things that there are none hereabouts but good Whigs and upholders of government?
No Tories--no damned black Jacobites ?" The excise man hemmed.

"Why, ye see we're no sae muckle far from Hielands and Hielandmen, and it's known what they are, chief, chieftain, and clan--saving always the duke and every Campbell! And I wadna say that there are not, here and there, this side the Hielands, an auld family with leanings the auld way, and even a few gentlemen who were _out_ in the 'fifteen.