human
Disappear yourself,
gpt
I do not take you,
human
Then I'll carry you there, said he.
gpt
By my view of it you're to disappear whatever. O, that's outside debate. The Advocate, who is not without some spunks of a remainder decency, has wrung your life-safe out of Symon and the Duke. He has refused to put you on your trial, and refused to have you killed; and there is the clue to their ill words together, for Symon and the Duke can keep faith with neither friend nor enemy. Ye're not to be tried then, and ye're not to be murdered; but I'm in bitter error if ye're not to be kidnapped and carried away like the Lady Grange. Bet me what you please--there was their _expedient!_
human
You make me think,
gpt
Wherever James More is there's one big rogue, never be deceived on that, said he.
human
His father was none so ill a man, though a kenning on the wrong side of the law, and no friend to my family, that I should waste my breath to be defending him! But as for James he's a brock and a blagyard. I like the appearing of this red-headed Neil as little as yourself. It looks uncanny: fiegh! it smells bad. It was old Lovat that managed the Lady Grange affair, if young Lovat is to handle yours, it'll be all in the family. What's James More in prison for? The same offence: abduction. His men have had practice in the business. He'll be to lend them to be Symon's instruments; and the next thing we'll be hearing, James will have made his peace, or else he'll have escaped; and you'll be in Benbecula or Applecross.
gpt
Ye make a strong case,
human
And what I want, he resumed,
gpt
I will tell you one thing, said I.
human
I saw the murderer and it was not Alan.
gpt
Then, by God, my cousin's saved! cried Stewart.
human
You have his life upon your tongue; and there's neither time, risk, nor money to be spared to bring you to the trial. He emptied his pockets on the floor.
gpt
Here is all that I have by me, he went on.
human
Take it, ye'll want it ere ye're through. Go straight down this close, there's a way out by there to the Lang Dykes, and by my will of it! see no more of Edinburgh till the clash is over.
gpt
Where am I to go, then?
human
And I wish that I could tell ye! says he,
gpt
One thing more, said I.
human
Can I no see Alan?
gpt
Hech, I would rather you wouldnae, said he.
human
But I can never deny that Alan is extremely keen of it, and is to lie this night by Silvermills on purpose. If you're sure that you're not followed, Mr. Balfour--but make sure of that--lie in a good place and watch your road for a clear hour before ye risk it. It would be a dreadful business if both you and him was to miscarry!