her accordingly to the vault. On the way her mind seemed to run
more upon the scene which had just passed than on her own approaching
death. 'There were three of them set upon him: I brought the twasome, but
wha was the third? It would be HIMSELL, returned to work his ain
vengeance!'

It was evident that the unexpected appearance of Hazlewood, whose person
the outrage of Hatteraick left her no time to recognise, had produced a
strong effect on her imagination. She often recurred to it. Hazlewood
accounted for his unexpected arrival to Bertram by saying that he had
kept them in view for some time by the direction of Mannering; that,
observing them disappear into the cave, he had crept after them, meaning
to announce himself and his errand, when his hand in the darkness
encountering the leg of Dinmont had nearly produced a catastrophe, which,
indeed, nothing but the presence of mind and fortitude of the bold yeoman
could have averted.

When the gipsy arrived at the hut she produced the key; and when they
entered, and were about to deposit her upon the bed, she said, in an
anxious tone, 'Na, na! not that way--the feet to the east'; and appeared
gratified when they reversed her posture accordingly, and placed her in
that appropriate to a dead body.

'Is there no clergyman near,' said Bertram, 'to assist this unhappy
woman's devotions?'

A gentleman, the minister of the parish, who had been Charles Hazlewood's
tutor, had, with many others, caught the alarm that the murderer of
Kennedy was taken on the spot where the deed had been done so many years
before, and that a woman was mortally wounded. From curiosity, or rather
from the feeling that his duty called him to scenes of distress, this
gentleman had come to the Kaim of Derncleugh, and now presented himself.
The surgeon arrived at the same time, and was about to probe the wound;
but Meg resisted the assistance of either. 'It's no what man can do that
will heal my body or save my spirit. Let me speak what I have to say, and
then ye may work your will; I'se be nae hindrance. But where's Henry
Bertram?' The assistants, to whom this name had been long a stranger,
gazed upon each other. 'Yes!' she said, in a stronger and harsher tone,
'I said HENRY BERTRAM OF ELLANGOWAN. Stand from the light and let me see
him.'

All eyes were turned towards Bertram, who approached the wretched couch.
The wounded woman took hold of his hand. 'Look at him,' she said, 'all
that ever saw his