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am resolved to have nothing more to do with such fiendish work."
"Young man," said the swarthy comrade in a voice of considerable
solemnity, "ye hae obviously mista'en your callin'. If you werena new
to thae pairts, ye would ken that the things ye objec' to are quite
common. Punishin' an' harryin' the rebels and fanatics--Covenanters,
they ca' theirsels--has been gaun on for years ower a' the land. In my
opeenion it's weel deserved, an' naething that ye can do or say wull
prevent it, though what ye do an' say is no' unlikely to cut short yer ain
career by means o' a rope roond yer thrapple. But losh! man, I wonder
ye haena heard about thae matters afore now."
"My having spent the last few years of my life in an out-of-the-way
part of Ireland may account for that," said Wallace. "My father's recent
death obliged my mother to give up her farm and return to her native
town of Lanark, where she now lives with a brother. Poverty and the
urgency of a cousin have induced me, unfortunately, to take service
with the dragoons."
"After what ye've said, hoo am I to coont on yer helpin' me e'noo?"
asked Glendinning.
"As long as I wear the King's uniform you may count on my obeying
orders unless I am commanded to break the plainest laws of God,"
answered the young man. "As our present business is only to discover
the cottage of Andrew Black, there seems likely to be no difficulty
between us just now."
"H'm! I'm no' sure o' that; but if ye'll tak' my advice, lad, ye'll haud yer
tongue aboot thae matters. If Clavers heard the half o' what ye've said
to me, he'd send ye into the next warl' withoot gieing ye time to say yer
prayers. Freedom of speech is no permitted at the present time in

Scotland--unless it be the right kind of speech, and--"
He stopped, for at that moment two young girls suddenly appeared at a
bend of the road in front of them. They gazed for a moment at the
soldiers in evident surprise, and then turned as if to fly, but
Glendinning put spurs to his horse and was beside them in a moment.
Leaping to the ground, he seized the girls roughly by their arms as they
clung together in alarm. One of the two was a dark-eyed little child.
The other was fair, unusually pretty, and apparently about fifteen or
sixteen years of age.
The trooper proceeded to question them sharply.
"Be gentle," said Will Wallace sternly, as he rode up, and, also
dismounting, stood beside them. "No fear of their running away now."
The swarthy trooper pretended not to hear, but nevertheless relaxed his
grip and merely rested his hand upon the fair girl's shoulder as he said
to the other--
"Now, my wee doo, ye canna be far frae hame, I's be sworn. What's yer
name?"
"Aggie Wilson," answered the child at once.
"And yours?"
"Jean Black," replied the blonde timidly.
"Oho! an' yer faither's name is Andrew, an' his hoose is close by, I'll be
bound, so ye'll be guid eneuch to show us the way till't. But first, my
bonny lass, ye'll gie me a--"
Slipping his arm round the waist of the terrified blonde, the trooper
rudely attempted to terminate his sentence in a practical manner; but
before his lips could touch her face he received a blow from his
comrade that sent him staggering against a neighbouring tree.
Blazing with astonishment and wrath, Glendinning drew his sword and

sprang at his companion, who, already full of indignation at the
memory of what he had been so recently compelled to witness, could ill
brook the indignity thus offered to the defenceless girl. His weapon
flashed from its sheath on the instant, and for a few moments the two
men cut and thrust at each other with savage ferocity. Wallace,
however, was too young and unused to mortal strife to contemplate
with indifference the possibility of shedding the blood of a comrade.
Quickly recovering himself, he stood entirely on the defensive, which
his vigorous activity enabled him easily to do. Burning under the insult
he had received, Glendinning felt no such compunctions. He pushed his
adversary fiercely, and made a lunge at last which not only passed the
sword through the left sleeve of the youth's coat, but slightly wounded
his arm. Roused to uncontrollable anger by this, Will Wallace fetched
his opponent a blow so powerful that it beat down his guard, rang like a
hammer on his iron headpiece, and fairly hurled the man into the ditch
at the roadside.
Somewhat alarmed at this sudden result, the youth hastily pulled him
out, and, kneeling beside him, anxiously examined his head. Much to