e Lennox militia under Galbraith of
Garschattachin, who were in waiting for him.

Helen Mac-Gregor had now two purposes to carry out. First, she sent
messengers in every direction to gather assistance for an immediate
attack on the Lowlanders, in order to effect the rescue of her husband.
Second, she ordered the spy, whose false message had sent her husband to
his doom, to be brought before her. For him there was no pity.

When he was haled, pale and trembling before the enraged wife of the
Mac-Gregor, what was Frank's astonishment to discover that he was none
other than Morris, the very same man who had accused him of the robbery
of his portmanteau at Squire Inglewood's, and whom he had last seen in
the Glasgow College Yards, walking and talking with Rashleigh
Osbaldistone.

A brief command to her followers--and the wretched man was bound. A
heavy stone was tied about his neck in a plaid, and he was hurled
instantly into the depths of the lake, where he perished, amid the loud
shouts of vindictive triumph which went up from the clan.

INTERLUDE OF EXPOSTULATION

"Oh, do go on," said Sweetheart, actually pushing
the narrator's arm, as if to shake more of the tale
out of him. "What a perfectly horrid place to stop
at! Tell us what happened after."

"Nothing more happened to Morris, I can promise
you that!" I replied.

"That's not nice of you," said Sweetheart. "I am
quite sorry for the poor man--in spite of all he
had done!"

"Well, I'm not," said Sir Toady Lion, truculently,
"he deserved it all, and more. He has done nothing
but tell lies and betray people all through the
story--right from the very beginning."

"Besides, he was afraid!" said Hugh John, with whom
this was the sin without forgiveness.

"Well," said Sweetheart, "so am I afraid often--of
mice, and rats, and horrid creeping things."

"Huh," said Sir Toady, crinkling up his nose, "you
are a girl--of course you are afraid!"

"And I know," retorted Sweetheart, "two noble,
brave, gallant, fearless, undaunted BOYS, who
daren't go up to the garret in the dark--_there!_"

"That's not fair," said Hugh John; "that was only
once, after father had been telling us about the
Hand-from-under-the-Bed that pulled the bedclothes
off! Anybody would have been frightened at that.
You, yourself--"

"Oh, but I don't pretend," cried Sweetheart; "I