Kidnapped [antikvár]

1 There I stood, David Balfour, looking up at a blunderbuss. I was seventeen, an orphan with only a few shillings in my pocket and had come to the House of Shaws with a letter of introduction to my uncle, Ebenezer Balfour of Shaws, my only relative who was, I understood, a rich man. For some time i had been knocking at the iron-studded door but no-one had come. "Who's there?" called a gruff voice and thus did my uncle Ik. 6 . Jl,