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page | | “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 |
KIDNAPPED BEING MEMOIRS OF THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID
BALFOUR IN THE YEAR 1751 HOW HE WAS KIDNAPPED AND CAST AWAY; HIS SUFFERINGS IN A
DESERT ISLE; HIS JOURNEY IN THE WILD HIGHLANDS; HIS AC-
QUAINTANCE WITH ALAN BRECK STEWART AND OTHER NOTORIOUS
HIGHLAND JACOBITES; WITH ALL THAT HE SUFFERED AT THE HANDS
OF HIS UNCLE, EBENEZER BALFOUR OF SHAWS, FALSELY SO CALLED
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF
AND NOW SET FORTH BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Copyright, 1905, 1913, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
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