enclosed us one of the bills in which we were described.

This we looked upon with great curiosity and not a little fear, partly

as a man may look in a mirror, partly as he might look into the barrel

of an enemy's gun to judge if it be truly aimed. Alan was advertised as

"a small, pock-marked, active man of thirty-five or thereby, dressed

in a feathered hat, a French side-coat of blue with silver buttons,

and lace a great deal tarnished, a red waistcoat and breeches of black,

shag;" and I as "a tall strong lad of about eighteen, wearing an

old blue coat, very ragged, an old Highland bonnet, a long homespun

waistcoat, blue breeches; his legs bare, low-country shoes, wanting the

toes; speaks like a Lowlander, and has no beard."

Alan was well enough pleased to see his finery so fully remembered and

set down; only when he came to the word tarnish, he looked upon his lace

like one a little mortified. As for myself, I thought I cut a miserable

figure in the bill; and yet was well enough pleased too, for since I had

changed these rags, the description had ceased to be a danger and become

a source of safety.

"Alan," said I, "you should change your clothes."

"Na, troth!" said Alan, "I have nae others. A fine sight I would be, if

I went back to France in a bonnet!"

This put a second reflection in my mind: that if I were to separate

from Alan and his tell-tale clothes I should be safe against arrest, and

might go openly about my business. Nor was this all; for suppose I was

arrested when I was alone, there was little against me; but suppose I

was taken in company with the reputed murderer, my case would begin to

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