"I should never have thought of going near that edge," said I to myself; "however, as you have done it, why should not I?
And I should like to know who you are." So I commenced the descent of the rock, but with great care, for I had as yet never been in a situation so dangerous; a slight moisture exuded from the palms of my hands, my nerves were tingling, and my brain was somewhat dizzy--and now I had arrived within a few yards of the figure, and had recognised it: it was the wild drummer who had turned the tide of battle in the bicker on the Castle Brae.

A small stone which I dislodged now rolled down the rock, and tumbled into the abyss close beside him.

He turned his head, and after looking at me for a moment somewhat vacantly, he resumed his former attitude.

I drew yet nearer to the horrible edge; not close, however, for fear was on me.
"What are you thinking of, David ?" said I, as I sat behind him and trembled, for I repeat that I was afraid.
_David Haggart_.

I was thinking of Willie Wallace.
_Myself_.