Rob Roy Page #6

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- Next.|- Colqhoun.

Colqhoun, what have you got? A rabbit?

You're still a week behind, Colqhoun.

Must I wait all day|for my note, Killearn?

Patience, McGregor's man.

Your turn is marked.

Take you that goat to the pen.

Come, young Davey Wilson.

What have you got for me?|Another rabbit.

- Does nobody have any money?|- No, sir. Only a rabbit.

Dreaming of the New World, were we?

I hear tell in the New World

they have tribes of noble savages

with paint on their faces

and skins on their backs.

You'll be well at home among them.

Enough of this tripe.|Have you the note?

His Lordship is to Edinburgh|for the Assize,

then to London direct.

Great doings at the Court.

And he's away without signing the note.

The best I can do for you is coin.

This was not agreed.

Agreed or no, there's 1,000 here.

Take it or leave it,|it makes no difference to me,

nor to His Grace.

Aye, it's a terrible shock,

the sight of such a fortune|within reach, is it not?

It's just as well you have|the trust of the McGregor

or I'd be hard pressed|to sign it over to you.

Angus.

A great gathering, Rob.

Oh. That Alasdair Roy|is a fierce dancer.

The last time|I saw you in such a lather,

- You were flat on your back.|- Ooh!

Do not affront me afore these folk.

Rob, do you know why Calvinists|are against shagging standing up?

No, Coll. I do not.

They fear it might lead to dancing.

Stay back,

or by God, I'll shoot you dead.

For a moment there, I thought|you might take the road to Greenock

with your 1,000.

Killing is not so easy as it seems.

La.

He sat out there all day,|pondering on this.

- You gave him coin.|- He insisted upon it.

When I told him His Grace|hadn't signed the note,

he said you must have it,

or the beasts could not|be bought at the best price.

I'm hard put to see you|hand over such a sum

to one who couldn't bear the debt.

He was your man,

present at your signing of the terms,

ordered by you to wait.

For a note, not a bag of guineas!

It was not all guineas.

These farmers pay in small coin,|I assure you.

He signed for this bag of coin?

Indeed.

He did.

Almost as bold a hand as yourself.

There best be no skulduggery here,|Killearn.

Alan McDonald|stands under my protection.

Well, that's a great comfort|to us all, I must say,

what with 1,000 at risk.

Now, listen. We must search for Alan.

I fear he's come to mischief hereabouts.

I say we look in Greenock.

It comes quickly to your mind|that he has robbed us.

He spoke of the Americas often enough.

And he walked|to Greenock from Buchlyvie

and sent his pony home without him?

1,000 would be enough|to buy him 10 ponies.

Alan McDonald did not betray me.

Now to it and find his trace.

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