I thought Alan flushed a bit . `` This is unco hard on me that brought him here , James , '' said he , throwing his head back . `` It 's like making me a traitor ! '' `` Now , Alan , man ! '' cried James . `` Look things in the face ! He 'll be papered anyway ; Mungo Campbell 'll be sure to paper him ; what matters if I paper him too ? And then , Alan , I am a man that has a family . '' And then , after a little pause on both sides , `` And , Alan , it 'll be a jury of Campbells , '' said he . `` There 's one thing , '' said Alan , musingly , `` that naebody kens his name . '' `` Nor yet they shallnae , Alan ! There 's my hand on that , '' cried James , for all the world as if he had really known my name and was foregoing some advantage . `` But just the habit he was in , and what he looked like , and his age , and the like ? I couldnae well do less . '' `` I wonder at your father 's son , '' cried Alan , sternly . `` Would ye sell the lad with a gift ? Would ye change his clothes and then betray him ? '' `` No , no , Alan , '' said James . `` No , no : the habit he took off -- the habit Mungo saw him in . '' But I thought he seemed crestfallen ; indeed , he was clutching at every straw , and all the time , I dare say , saw the faces of his hereditary foes on the bench , and in the jury-box , and the gallows in the background .
`` Well , sir , '' says XXXXX , turning to me , `` what say ye to that ?
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