"All filled up." Campbell uttered brusquely.
"It was no' that."
Campbell put his hand in his pocket looking for a coin.
"You'll be forgetting the Antrim glens, Shane Campbell." Shane flushed. The coin in his fingers burned him.
"How did I know you were fro' the Antrim glens?"
"You've seen me a few times, though you'd hardly know me. Simon Fraser of Ballycastle. You would no' recognize me, if you knew me, on account of my hair being white. I was lost on the coast of Borneo for four years. When I was lost my hair was black—maybe a wee sprinkle o' gray—but what you might call black; and when I was picked up, and saw myself in a looking-glass, it was white. They did no' know me when I got back to Ballycastle."
"Would you care for a drink, Simon?"
"I don't care much either way, Shane Campbell. And if I wanted a drink bad, I always have the silver for 't. I would no' have you think I stopped you for to cadge a drink. I'm no' that kind of man. But I was wi' your uncle Alan when he died. Or to be exact, I saw him just before he died. I was visiting in Cushendun. I have a half-brither there you might know, Tamas McNeil, Red Tam they ca' him. And whiles I was there, I saw Alan Donn go down."
"My uncle Alan dead! Why, man, you're crazy—"
"Your uncle Alan's a dead man."