`` 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 Alan , turning to me , `` what say ye to that ? Ye are here under the safeguard of my honour ; and it 's my part to see nothing done but what shall please you . '' `` I have but one word to say , '' said I ; `` for to all this dispute I am a perfect stranger . But the plain common-sense is to set the blame where it belongs , and that is on the man who fired the shot . Paper him , as ye call it , set the hunt on him ; and let honest , innocent folk show their faces in safety . '' But at this both Alan and James cried out in horror ; bidding me hold my tongue , for that was not to be thought of ; and asking me what the Camerons would think ? -LRB- which confirmed me , it must have been a Cameron from Mamore that did the act -RRB- and if I did not see that the lad might be caught ? `` Ye havenae surely thought of that ? '' said they , with such innocent earnestness , that my hands dropped at my side and I despaired of argument .
`` Very well , then , '' said I , `` paper me , if you please , paper XXXXX , paper King George !
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