far off it, I trow. Lord's sake, to the right, lads--to
the right; let's pit the hill atween us and peril,--a wap wi' a
corner-stane o' Wolf's Crag wad defy the doctor!"

It will readily be supposed that this annunciation hurried the Marquis
and his attendants into the route which Caleb prescribed, dragging
Ravenswood along with them, although there was much in the matter which
he could not possibly comprehend. "Gunpowder!" he exclaimed, laying hold
of Caleb, who in vain endeavoured to escape from him; "what gunpowder?
How any quantity of powder could be in Wolf's Crag without my knowledge,
I cannot possibly comprehend."

"But I can," interrupted the Marquis, whispering him, "I can comprehend
it thoroughly; for God's sake, ask him no more questions at present."

"There it is, now," said Caleb, extricating himself from his master, and
adjusting his dress, "your honour will believe his lordship's honourable
testimony. His lordship minds weel how, in the year that him they ca'd
King Willie died----"

"Hush! hush, my good friend!" said the Marquis; "I shall satisfy your
master upon that subject."

"And the people at Wolf's Hope," said Ravenswood, "did none of them come
to your assistance before the flame got so high?"

"Ay did they, mony ane of them, the rapscallions!" said Caleb; "but
truly I was in nae hurry to let them into the Tower, where there were so
much plate and valuables."

"Confound you for an impudent liar!" said Ravenswood, in uncontrollable
ire, "there was not a single ounce of----"

"Forbye," said the butler, most irreverently raising his voice to a
pitch which drowned his master's, "the fire made fast on us, owing to
the store of tapestry and carved timmer in the banqueting-ha', and the
loons ran like scaulded rats sae sune as they heard of the gunpouther."

"I do entreat," said the Marquis to Ravenswood, "you will ask him no
more questions."

"Only one, my lord. What has become of poor Mysie?"

"Mysie!" said Caleb, "I had nae time to look about ony Mysie; she's
in the Tower, I'se warrant, biding her awful doom." "By heaven," said
Ravenswood, "I do not understand all this! The life of a faithful old
creature is at stake; my lord, I will be withheld no longer; I will at
least ride up, and see whether the danger is as imminent as this old
fool pretends."

"Weel, then, as I live by bread," said Caleb, "Mysie is weel and safe.
I saw her out of the castle before I left it mysell. Was I ganging to