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| “Now, mark me, mine host,” Sir Daniel said, “follow but mine | |
| orders and I shall be your good lord ever” | 26 |
| In the fork, like a mastheaded seaman, there stood a man in a | |
| green tabard, spying far and wide | 56 |
| Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering to | |
| the moat side, pierced by arrows | 98 |
| “We must be in the dungeons,” Dick remarked | 128 |
| The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every | |
| gust of wind | 174 |
| And Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion and | |
| holding his head forward like a hunting-dog upon the scent, | |
| ... studied out their path | 198 |
| First came the bride, a sorry sight, as pale as the winter, clinging | |
| to Sir Daniel’s arm | 234 |
| There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head | |
| against them | 262 |
| “But be at rest; the Black Arrow flieth nevermore” | 324 |
BEING MEMOIRS OF THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID
BALFOUR IN THE YEAR 1751
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF
AND NOW SET FORTH BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Copyright, 1905, 1913, by
CHARLES
SCRIBNER'S SONS
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| Mr. Balfour, of the House of Shaws | 18 |
| What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom | |
| At Queen's Ferry | 48 |
| And the spirit of all that I beheld put me in thoughts of far voyages and foreign places | |
| The Siege of the Round-House | 84 |
| It came all of a sudden when it did, with a rush of feet and a roar, and then a shout from Alan | |
| The Wreck of the "Covenant" | 112 |
| It was the spare yard I had got hold of, and I was amazed to see how far I had travelled from the brig | |
| On the Island of Earraid | 122 |
| But the second day passed; and as long as the light lasted I kept a bright look-out for boats on the sound or men passing on the Boss | |
| The Murderer of Roy Campbell of Glenure | 154 |
| At that the murderer gave a little, quick look over his shoulder, and began to run | |
| At the Cards in Cluny's Cage | 214 |
| But Alan and Cluny were most of the time at the cards | |
| Two Pipers in Balquhidder | 238 |
| All night long the brose was going and the pipes changing hands | |
| The Parting | 286 |
| For we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted | |
| Map | 3 |
| Sketch of the Cruise of the Brig Covenant and the probable course of David Balfour's Wanderings |