David comes home
We decided that Alan would stay in the fields, while I walked to Queensferry to find Mr. RanKeillor. Alan promised. Not to come out until he heard me return. In order to be sure that it was me, he taught me to whistle little Gaelic song. I have never forgotten it. I think it will run in my head when I lie dying. Every time it comes to me, I think of that last day of my travels, with Alan whistling opposite me in the grass, while the first light of the sun touched his face.
Soon I arrived in Queensferry. When I saw people looking strangely at me, and realized how dirty my clothes were, I began to feel afraid. Would Mr.Rankeillor want to talk to me? How could I prove who I was? I had no papers with me. I was too ashamed to ask any of the townspeople for help, so I walked up and down, not knowing what to do.
By midday I was tired and hungry. I stopped in front of a Iarge house, with clean windows, flowers in the garden, and a dog sitting on the doorstep. Suddenly the door opened, and a large, well-dressed, kind-looking man comes out.
(What are you doing here, my lad?) he asked.
(I'm looking for Mr.Rankeillor's house, sin) I answered.
(My name is David Balfour,) I replied.
(David Balfour?) he repeated, and looked closely at me.