“There,” said I, “there is the man that has the best right to open it: or not, as he thinks fit.”
With which I called upon his name, and we both stood up to be a mark for him.
“If it is so—if it be more disgrace—will you can bear it?” she asked, looking upon me with a burning eye.
“I was asked something of the same question when I had seen you but the once,” said I. “What do you think I answered? That if I liked you as I thought I did—and O, but I like you better!—I would marry you at his gallows’ foot.”
The blood rose in her face; she came close up and pressed upon me, holding my hand: and it was so that we awaited Alan.
He came with one of his queer smiles. “What was I telling ye, David?” says he.
“There is a time for all things, Alan,” said I, “and this time is serious. How have you sped? You can speak out plain before this friend of ours.”
“I have been upon a fool’s errand,” said he.
“I doubt we have done better than you, then,” said I; “and, at least, here is a great deal of matter that you must judge of. Do you see that?” I went on, pointing to the ship. “That is the Seahorse, Captain Palliser.”
“I should ken her, too,” says Alan. “I had fyke enough with her when she was stationed in the Forth. But what ails the man to come so close?”