Rob Roy by Walter Scott Read Free Book Online

piqued themselves on being the best behaved men on the road, and on conducting themselves with all appropriate civility in the exercise of their vocation. A young man, therefore, in my circumstances, was not entitled to be highly indignant at the mistake which confounded him with this worshipful class of depredators.
    Neither was I offended. On the contrary, I found amusement in alternately exciting, and lulling to sleep, the suspicions of my timorous companion, and in purposely so acting as still farther to puzzle a brain which nature and apprehension had combined to render none of the clearest. When my free conversation had lulled him into complete security, it required only a passing enquiry concerning thedirection of his journey, or the nature of the business which occasioned it, to put his suspicions once more in arms. For example, a conversation on the comparative strength and activity of our horses took such a turn as follows:—
    â€˜O sir,’ said my companion, ‘for the gallop, I grant you; but allow me to say, your horse (although he is a very handsome gelding—that must be owned) has too little bone to be a good roadster. The trot, sir,’ (striking his Bucephalus with his spurs,) ‘the trot is the true pace for a hackney; and, were we near a town, I should like to try that daisy-cutter of yours upon a piece of level road (barring canter) for a quart of claret at the next inn.’
    â€˜Content, sir,’ replied I; ‘and here is a stretch of ground very favourable.’
    â€˜Hem, ahem,’ answered my friend with hesitation; ‘I make it a rule of travelling never to blow my horse between stages; one never knows what occasion he may have to put him to his mettle: and besides, sir, when I said I would match you, I meant with even weight; you ride four stone lighter than I.’
    â€˜Very well; but I am content to carry weight. Pray what may that portmanteau of yours weigh?’
    â€˜My p—p—portmanteau?’ replied he hesitating—‘O very little—a feather—just a few shirts and stockings.’
    â€˜I should think it heavier from its appearance. I’ll hold you the quart of claret it makes the odds betwixt our weight.’
    â€˜You’re mistaken, sir, I assure you—quite mistaken,’replied my friend, edging off to the side of the road, as was his wont on these alarming occasions.
    â€˜Well, I’m willing to venture the wine; or, I will bet you ten pieces to five, that I carry your portmanteau on my croupe, and out-trot you into the bargain.’
    This proposal raised my friend’s alarm to the uttermost. His nose changed from the natural copper hue which it hadacquired from many a comfortable cup of claret, or sack, into a palish brassy tint, and his teeth chattered with apprehension at the unveiled audacity of my proposal, which seemed to place the bare-faced plunderer before him in full atrocity. As he faltered for an answer, I relieved him in some degree by a question concerning a steeple, which now became visible, and an observation that we were now so near the village as to run no risk of interruption on the road. At this his countenance cleared up: but I easily perceived that it was long ere he forgot a proposal which seemed to him so fraught with suspicion as that which I had now hazarded. I trouble you with this detail of the man’s disposition, and the manner in which I practised upon it, because, however trivial in themselves, these particulars were attended by an important influence on future incidents which will incur in this narrative. At the time, this person’s conduct only inspired me with contempt, and confirmed me in an opinion, which I already entertained, that of all the propensities which teach mankind to torment themselves, that of causeless fear is the most irritating, busy, painful, and pitiable.

CHAPTER IV
    The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride.
    True is the charge; nor by