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XII. The Man with the Squint
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"Buttheplacehassufferednoharm?"
"Noyet,forbyeaweddero’RichieSmail’sthatDouglas’sdragoonsbranderedandateyestreenattheRedSwire.Butonymomentavialmaybeopened.--WhathindersMontrosetocomerauvagin’thisairt?forifit’smeatanddrinkhe’sseekingforhissodgers,WoodileeisabienbitasideyonbareYarrowhills.ForbyeCalidon’snothatfar,andtheytellmethatourauldhirplin’laird,whasuldratherbethinkin’o’hislatterend,ishighinthecommando’theungodly,andhimandyonsweirin’TamPurveswillberampin’likelionsintheirpride.Hech,sir,ourkindlyfolkareintheheto’thefurnace,inwhilktheywilleitherbebrunttoanass,orcomeoutpurifiedasfinegowd....
