The Lion of the North | Page 2

to himself, "they will not get across
the Nith tonight. None but bold riders could do so now; but by what
uncle says, Captain Hume must be that and more. Ah! here they come."
As he spoke two horsemen rode down the opposite side of the valley
and halted at the water's edge. The prospect was not a pleasant one. The
river was sixty or seventy feet wide, and in the centre the water swept
along in a raging current.
"You cannot cross here," the boy shouted at the top of his voice. "You
must go higher up where the water's deeper."

The wind swept his words away, but his gestures were understood.
"The boy is telling us to go higher up," said one of the horsemen.
"I suppose he is," the other replied; "but here is the ford. You see the
road we have travelled ends here, and I can see it again on the other
side. It is getting dark, and were we to cross higher up we might lose
our way and get bogged; it is years since I was here. What's the boy
going to do now? Show us a place for crossing?"
The lad, on seeing the hesitation of the horsemen, had run along the
bank up the stream, and to their surprise, when he had gone a little
more than a hundred yards he dashed into the water. For a time the
water was shallow, and he waded out until he reached the edge of the
regular bank of the river, and then swam out into the current.
"Go back," the horseman shouted; but his voice did not reach the
swimmer, who, in a few strokes, was in the full force of the stream, and
was soon lost to the sight of the horsemen among the short foaming
waves of the torrent.
"The boy will be drowned," one of the horsemen said, spurring his
horse up the valley; but in another minute the lad was seen breasting
the calmer water just above the ford.
"You cannot cross here, Captain Hume," he said, as he approached the
horsemen. "You must go nigh a mile up the river."
"Why, who are you, lad?" the horseman asked, "and how do you know
my name?"
"I'm the nephew of Nigel Graheme. Seeing how deep the floods were I
came out to show you the way, for the best horse in the world could not
swim the Nith here now."
"But this is the ford," Captain Hume said.
"Yes, this is the ford in dry weather. The bottom here is hard rock and
easy to ride over when the river is but waist deep, but below and above
this place it is covered with great boulders. The water is six feet deep
here now, and the horses would be carried down among the rocks, and
would never get across. A mile up the river is always deep, and though
the current is strong there is nothing to prevent a bold horseman from
swimming across."
"I thank you heartily, young sir," Captain Hume said. "I can see how
broken is the surface of the water, and doubt not that it would have
fared hard with us had we attempted to swim across here. In faith,

Munro, we have had a narrow escape."
"Ay, indeed," the other agreed. "It would have been hard if you and I,
after going through all the battlefields of the Low Countries, should
have been drowned here together in a Scottish burn. Your young friend
is a gallant lad and a good swimmer, for in truth it was no light task to
swim that torrent with the water almost as cold as ice."
"Now, sirs, will you please to ride on," the boy said; "it is getting dark
fast, and the sooner we are across the better."
So saying he went off at a fast run, the horses trotting behind him. A
mile above he reached the spot he had spoken of. The river was
narrower here, and the stream was running with great rapidity, swirling
and heaving as it went, but with a smooth even surface.
"Two hundred yards farther up," the boy said, "is the beginning of the
deep; if you take the water there you will get across so as to climb up
by that sloping bank just opposite."
He led the way to the spot he indicated, and then plunged into the
stream, swimming quietly and steadily across, and allowing the stream
to drift him down.
The horsemen followed his example. They had swum many a swollen
river, and although their horses snorted and plunged at first, they soon
quieted down and swam steadily over. They just struck the spot which
the boy had indicated. He had already arrived there, and, without a
word,