s lang's we settle who's the better man. He's up to every
dodge, but there's no room for that wi' only the twa o's here."

"And what were you doing when I arrived? What was about to happen?" I
asked.

"We were jist arguin' which was the better man," declared the sergeant,
"and I was na' goin' to leave it at that. A deceesion for me; he
beggit to be let awa'!"

"Beggit!" broke in Red Murdo; "beggit anything from you, my man! Na,
na; I was beggin' you to return to Corgarff Castle in case something
happen't to you. You wid'na', as I tell ye, be the first red-coat on
whose hide I had left a mark. But I was forbearin', because I did na'
want trouble to follow Captain Ian's kindness in askin' us to the ball
last evening."

Red Murdo glanced at me, as if he expected me to side with him, but my
thoughts were not yet for words. You can best hold a judicial air when
you say little, give no reasons, and here I had to be judge and jury.
For the quarrel, if it was carried to a violent end, might have
unfortunate results on the general peace of the country. It would not
do to have my sergeant killing Red Murdo in single combat, or Red Murdo
killing my sergeant, certainly not with me looking on.

If you happen to know some legal jingle of words you can almost
certainly pacify the raw man of strife, by gravely reciting it at him.
Sheriffs, procurators-fiscal, bailies and others accustomed to take
oaths, and sometimes to say them, will confirm this curious influence
of formality. Partly it impresses, and it will surely confuse, and
then the subject can be led to a better frame of mind.

So I thought of the oath banning the Highland dress, which, in the
unwisdom of our over-lords, exercised by right of force, a Jacobite
rebel had to take, before he could get a pardon. It had an official
place among the papers of my office, and there I had let it rest, but I
loathed it so much that its language had bitten itself into my mind.

How this foully conceived oath had fired the spirit of a people proud
to wear their tartans, because of the Highland sentiment which they
clothed! But to use it to compass a private quarrel, to twist its
possible tragedy into healing honour, that was appealing! My sergeant
I must support outwardly, and my stratagem would secure this, without
putting Red Murdo in peril. He, probably, had a secret inkling that I
was searching for a way out, because he kept looking, looking at me,
even while he tal