"Dine!" we exclaimed together; "surely it was more his part to have invited us."
"Four hungry Highlandmen to dine with one German or Dane," replied Ian; "oich! gentlemen, the thing was not to be thought of."
"I hope I shall not quarrel with him," I continued, remembering how he had received me; "in those green eyes of his are the very smile of a Campbell."
"And you know the adage?" added Tan, as he flung aside his sword, plaid, and pistols.
"While there are leaves on the trees, there will be guile——"
"Do not say in a Campbell," said the sergeant, Mhor, pausing in his culinary occupation, and bluntly interrupting M'Alpine; "do not say so, lieutenant, for my great-grandmother was a daughter of Barcaldine."
"I crave your pardon, sergeant," replied M'Alpine; "but my father, Torquil Dhu, was slain at Glenlivat by the men of Loch Awe, and I have a score to settle with that tribe."
"Hush!" said I, "here comes our Dane."
"Dane—dost thou call him?" said Angus; "nay, being a Holsteiner, he is pure German."
"What a clatter he makes!"