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Hppletone' Ibome IReaMng JSool^e 

EDITED BY 
WILLIAM T. HARRIS, A.M., LL. D. 

UNITED STATES COMMISSIONER OF EDUCATION 



DIVISION IV 

LiTERATU RE 



F o r ( h 




APPLE TONS' HOME READING BOOKS 



THE STORY OF 

ROB ROY 

By sir WALTER SCOTT, Bart. 



CONDENSED FOR HOME 
AND SCHOOL READING 



BY 

EDITH D. HARRIS 



NEW YORK 
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 

1898 



Copyright, 1898, 
By D. APPLETON AND COMPANY. 



EDITOE'S PEEFACE. 



The Waverley novels since their first publication 
have held the highest rank in the entire field of prose 
fiction. It is of interest to inquire into the cause of 
this pre-eminence. Walter Scott's knowledge of human 
nature, his great sense of humor, his broad sympathies 
not only with the people of all sections of Great Britain 
but with the people of all nations; the possession of a 
poetic ability to present his theme in such a way as to 
show all sides and phases of it in a dramatic manner; 
more than this, his manifest superiority over all other 
writers in the construction of his plots — these and simi- 
lar considerations are advanced to explain the power 
of the AYaverley novels. But it is possible to bring for- 
ward another essential ground for the wide influence of 
these novels and for their permanent place in the world's 
literature. 

A writer or an artist shows his greatness by his 
ability to portray greatness. Plutarch, in his Parallel 
Lives, has shown us a gallery full of great men, and in 
reading his pages we see indubitable evidence of the 
greatness of these men in will power and in intellect. 
We do not depend on the verdict of Plutarch; he 
does not have to write under any one of his characters, 

V 



vi ROB ROY. 

" This was a great man." He merely describes the 
deeds and reports to us the words of his great men, 
and the evidence is incontestable. So Homer, Dante, 
Shakespeare, and Goethe hold their eminence in the 
world of letters because they have portrayed the char- 
acters of great men and shown them not only in their 
manifold relations to their lesser fellow-men, but to the 
great movements of their time. 

Walter Scott stands next to Plutarch in ability to 
conceive and describe human greatness. • The concentra- 
tion of the whole life upon a single purpose, namely, the 
formation of that stern character necessary to a mili- 
tary leader in the times of border warfare; his train- 
ing in the use of arms and in the etiquette of the 
royal court ; his bravery and steadiness in sudden emer- 
gencies and in the presence of great dangers ; above all, 
the cultivation of a sense of honor which despises the 
love of life as a controlling purpose; a spirit of noble- 
ness and generosity which prefers the creature comfort 
of others to its own — these are some of the elements of 
the education of the men whose full portraits are drawn 
by Walter Scott. 

The Southern boundary of Scotland is a border land 
settled on the south side by the fiercest population of 
England, and on the northern by a still fiercer popula- 
tion of Scotch. The most restless part of a nation's 
people drifts to the frontier. There they find it possible 
to cross the boundary and escape into another jurisdic- 
tion when they become embarrassed by a conflict with 
the home government. Over - the border they find a 
similar restless population with whom they are common- 
ly in a relation of bitter hostility. But when prosecuted 



EDITOR'S PREFACE. vii 

by their home government they cross the marches and 
become allies to their former hostile neighbors. It natu- 
rally happens that intermarriages occur between the 
fierce borderers of the two nations — cases like that of 
young Lochinvar. A life on the frontier, then, is full 
of adventure, arising from dangers to person and prop- 
erty. 

Scotland is a country of many border lands. Be- 
sides its southern boundary held against a fierce and 
aggressive nation, the English, it has within itself a 
lowland region and a highland region peopled by 
persons of diverse races, the Anglo-Saxon against the 
Celtic. They speak different languages, not different 
dialects of the same language. They vary in national 
manners and instincts of civilization. The Celt has the 
patriarchal civilization, while that of the Saxon is found- 
ed on productive industry. The loosely federated high- 
land tribes confront the compact lowland nation. But 
besides the mountain frontier on the south toward Eng- 
land and the mountain frontier on the north there is 
another border land which exercises a great influence 
upon the Scottish character, and that is the seashore. 
The arms of the ocean, called firths and lochs, and the 
deep navigable rivers penetrate the land, nearly cutting 
Scotland into islands. The shore border land thus 
penetrates so far into the interior that a night's march 
from some cove or bay may bring one very near 
to any strong place in Scotland. Besides there are up- 
wards of two hundred mountainous islands peopled by 
Celtic tribes. The climate increases the importance of 
this oceanic border land; fierce storms, dense fogs, and 
winter's cold enter as elements. 



yiii ROB ROY. 

Again, besides the threefold border land separating 
England from Scotland, Scottish lowlands from Scot- 
tish highlands, and Scottish mainland from the inlets 
of the ocean, there are two very serious spiritual border 
lands. First, that between the English form of gov- 
ernment and the form of government fitted to the semi- 
patriarchal people of old Scotland. Since the union of 
Scotland with England in the time of James I, the 
process of adjusting these two irreconcilable views of 
government has gone on — the love of the Stuart royal 
family and of its principle of the divine right of the 
monarch to rule according to his pleasure, opposed to 
the English ideas of a constitutional monarchy and the 
supremacy of Parliament. One of these governmental 
ideas was vanquished first by Cromwell, then again by 
the English Eevolution of 1689. Constitutional mon- 
archy was ill the ascendant thenceforward. But the love 
of the Stuart family and its ideal of government was 
stubborn, and cherished with the intensity of a religion. 
It would not rest content, but in various periods, as in 
1713 and 1745, brought itself into an open rebellion. 
This spiritual border land between constitutional and 
absolute monarchical forms separates not only broad 
sections of the country, but also isolates families here 
and there all over England as well as Scotland. It sun- 
ders, too, the older and younger branches of many noble 
families (as in the^ story of Eob Eoy, the two brothers 
Osbaldistone). 

There is still another spiritual border land, namely, 
that between different forms of religion. The High- 
landers mostly professed the Catholic religion, and to 
this religion adhered the majority of English families 



EDITOR'S PREFACE. ix 

who remained true to the cause of the Stuarts. Religion 
appertains to the deepest movement in the soul. It takes 
hold on eternity, and its effects in the education of a 
people last from generation to generation. 

The Scotch character therefore abounds in sur- 
faces hardened by exposure to the power of great resist- 
ance. In making castings, if the melted iron comes 
against a surface of iron in the mold it is suddenly 
chilled and becomes harder than the other portions of the 
casting. This produces what is called a chilled surface, 
or a surface that is " case-hardened." The Scotch char- 
acter is full of " case-hardened " facets brought about by 
the special resistance necessary from youth to old age in 
order to protect the individual on some one of the five 
border lands here described. The Scotch people who 
grew up on the English frontier had to be alert day 
and night to prevent sudden surprise and capture. In 
his Lay of the Last Minstrel Walter Scott gives a 
thrilling description of a border castle which guarded 
itself from sudden seizure only by constant readiness 
for the fray. Its knights " carved at the meal with 
gloves of steel, and they drank the red wine through 
the helmet barred," and the steeds champed their corn 
all saddled and bridled and clad in full armor. So the 
individual in the midst of intolerant people holding a 
hostile religion preserved his faith intact by a constant 
effort. 

What with "case-hardened" surfaces directed toward 
foreign nations, pirates, and sea robbers, hostile reli- 
gions. Highland ravagers, the Scotch people have become 
the most interesting of all national characters when 
placed in situations of adventure. They exhibit more 



X ROB ROY. 

resources and give more glimpses of the depths of human 
character than may be found in any other nation. 

A knowledge of Walter Scott's novels is essential to 
a good education. In fact, such a knowledge alone by 
itself may be called a liberal education. The motives 
of human action come nearer to the surface of conscious- 
ness in Scotland than anywhere else in the world. 
Hence, threads of character may be discovered and in- 
terpreted in the writings of Walter Scott which in other 
nations are subconscious, or more of the nature of in- 
stinct than open purpose. 

It has been found possible to condense the Waverley 
novels by omitting all lengthy descriptions of scenery, 
historical disquisitions on the times, and a few passages 
of dialogue and monologue that do not contribute di- 
rectly to the progress of the story, or throw light upon 
the character of the persons who enter upon the scene. 
It is believed that by this method the interest is pre- 
served intact, and that after a year's interval the story 
in its unabridged form may be read with as lively an 
interest as the youth will feel in reading this version. 

W. T. Harris. 
Washington, D. C, May IG, 1898, 



LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 



PACIN'O 
PAGE 



Map . Frontispiece 

London from Ilighgate 1 

Cathedral of Glasgow 118 

Loch Lomond and Ben Lomond 138 

Map 176 

Loch Katrine 190 

View near the Trosachs 108 

Loch Ard, Perthshire 221 

Rob Roy here took leave of them with great kindliness . 271 
The officious Andrew was heard: "A'm bringin' in the 

caunles" 281 

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ROB ROY. 



CHAPTER I. 

How have I sinned that this affliction 

Should light so heavy on me i I have-no more sons, 

And this no more mine own. My grand curse 

Hang o'er his head that thus transformed thee !— Travel ? 

I'll send my horse to travel next. 

Monsieur Thomas. 

Mr. Osbaldistone, a wealthy merchantman of Lon- 
don, had an only son, Francis, familiarly called Frank, 
whom he desired should succeed him as head of the 
mercantile house of the firm of Osbaldistone and 
Tresham. Accordingly, when Frank was about sixteen 
he sent him to a favored French correspondent of 
the mercantile house, by name Monsieur Dubourg, of 
Bordeaux, in the south of France. Here the young 
man was to pursue a course of commercial studies under 
the direction of M. Dubourg. Frank remained in Bor- 
deaux some four years, giving a fair portion of his time 
to those commercial subjects which his father had so 
much desired he should thoroughly acquaint himself 
with. But during this period he also developed a great 
fondness for literature and classical studies, spending 
many hours in scribbling verses, even filling his jour- 
nal of commercial notes, which his father had desired 
him to keep, with scribbled poems or translations of 

1 



2 ROB ROY. 

classical bits that particularly appealed to the fancy 
of the youthful poet. Thus he spent the time, devot- 
ing himself to the studies requisite for preparation for 
an ambitious and successful mercantile career less than 
his businesslike parent would have desired. 

As he approached his twentieth year he received a 
letter from Mr. Osbaldistone informing him of his pro- 
posal to now give him a position in the London house, 
preparing him to take the lead of the business when 
he should be able to do so no longer. To this letter 
his son replied that he had strong objections to adopt- 
ing a mercantile life as a profession. Soon after this 
displeasing answer had been forwarded to his father 
he received a message from him requesting his immedi- 
ate return to London. Thus his four years' residence 
in France came to an abrupt end. 

Upon Frank's arrival in London he was greeted 
kindly by his father, and with a timid and suppressed 
affection by Mr. Owen, the head clerk of the great house 
of Osbaldistone and Tresham. At dinner Mr. Osbal- 
distone carefully questioned his son as to the condition 
of commerce in France, thinking in this way to dis- 
cover how much commercial knowledge and aptitude 
he had acquired from his four years' study with M. Du- 
bourg. Frank, disclosing by his answers his lack of 
interest and observation in matters of business, in- 
creased his father's displeasure until it reached its cul- 
mination, when, upon examining his son's journal of 
commercial notes, he came upon a poem To the Mem- 
ory of Edward the Black Prince. A few more words 
passed on the point of Frank's refusal to adopt the 
mercantile profession, with the result that in one 



ROB ROY. 3 

month Frank was to give his final answer on this im- 
portant subject. 

The time of probation passed slowly. Frank de- 
voted himself to his favorite verse-writing, while Mr. 
Owen vainly endeavored to dissuade his young friend 
from a line of conduct so displeasing to Mr. Osbaldi- 
stone and certain to result in the son's disinheritance. 
Frank, however, having a goodly share of his father's 
resolute and more or less obstinate disposition, at the 
end of the month firmly declined the proposal his fa- 
ther had made to him. Thereupon Mr. Osbaldistone 
dismissed him, with the following directions: 

" You will instantly set out for the north of Eng- 
land to pay your uncle a visit and see the state of his 
family. I have chosen from among his sons (he has 
six, I believe) one who, I understand, is most worthy 
to fill the place I intended for you in the counting- 
house. But some further arrangements may be neces- 
sary, and for these your presence may be requisite. 
You shall have further instructions at Osbaldistone 
Hall, where you will please to remain until you hear 
from me. Everything will be ready for your departure 
to-morrow morning." 

Accordingly, on the next day, at five o'clock in the 
morning, Frank was on his way to York. His journey 
was uneventful and uninteresting until he was joined 
by a fellow-traveler, who continued with him a day 
and a half. This tourist carried with him a portman- 
teau, very small, but apparently very heavy, which he 
guarded with such solicitous care that it afforded Frank 
much amusement to alternately excite and soothe the 
suspicions of his more timorous companion. It was 



4 ROB ROY. 

in such a mood that Frank started a conversation on the 
comparative strength and activity of their horses, which 
took a turn little calculated to allay the fears of his 
nervous friend. 

" sir," said his companion, " for the gallop I 
grant you; but allow me to say, your horse (although 
he is a very handsome gelding — that must be owned) 
has too little bone to be a good roadster. The trot, 
sir " (striking his Bucephalus wdth his spurs) — " the 
trot is the true pace for a hackney, ,and were we near 
a town I should like to try that daisy-cutter of yours 
upon a piece of level road (barring canter) for a quart 
of claret at the next inn." 

" Content, sir," replied Frank, " and here is a 
stretch of ground very favorable." 

" Hem, ahem! " answered his friend with hesitation; 
" I make it a rule of traveling never to blow my horse 
between stages; one never knows w^hat occasion he may 
have to put him to his mettle; and besides, sir, when I 
said I w^ould match you, I meant with even weight; you 
ride four stone lighter than I." 

" Very well; but I am content to carry weight. 
Pray, what may that portmanteau of yours weigh? " 

"My p — p — portmanteau? " replied he, hesitating — 
" very little — a feather — just a few shirts and stock- 
ings." 

" I should think it heavier from its appearance. 
I'll hold you to the quart of claret it makes the odds 
betwixt our weights." 

"You're mistaken, sir, I assure you — quite mis- 
taken," replied his friend, edging off to the side of the 
road, as was his wont on these alarming occasions. 



ROB ROY. 5 

" Well, I am willing to venture the wine; or I will 
bet you ten pieces to five that I carry your portmanteau 
on my croup and out-trot you into the bargain." 

This proposal raised his friend's alarm to the utter- 
most. His nose changed from the natural copper hue 
which it had acquired from many a comfortable cup of 
claret or sack, into a palish brassy tint, and his teeth 
chattered with apprehension at the unveiled audacity 
of the proposal, which seemed to place the barefaced 
plunderer before him in full atrocity. As he faltered 
for an answer, Frank relieved him in some degree by 
a question concerning a steeple, which now became visi- 
ble, and an observation that they were now so near the 
village as to run no risk from interruption on the road. 
At this his countenance cleared up, but it was long ere 
he forgot a proposal which seemed to him so fraught 
with suspicion. 



CHAPTER II. 

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride. 
True is the charge ; nor by themselves denied. 
Are they not, then, in strictest reason clear, 
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here ? 

Churchill. 

In the early part of the eighteenth century most 
long journeys were made on horseback, which necessi- 
tated frequent stops at those wayside inns that lay along 
one's ronte. It was nsual to make a halt on the Sunday 
in some town where the traveler might attend church, 
and also give his horse the benefit of a day's rest. On 
this day the landlord of the principal inn of the village 
laid aside his role of publican and invited the guests 
who happened to be within his walls to partake of his 
dinner, and very often such of the village cronies as the 
apothecary, the attorney, and sometimes so great a per- 
son as the curate, were asked to assist at this weekly 
feast. 

It was on such a day and such an occasion that 
Frank and his timorous acquaintance were about to 
grace the board of the ruddy-faced host of the Black 
Bear in the town of Darlington,* and Bishopric of 
Durham, when their landlord informed the assembled 

* See map at end of volume. 



ROB ROY. 7 

company, with a sort of apologetic tone, that there was 
a Scotch gentleman to dine with them. 

When Mr. Osbaldistone was a young man a quarrel 
had occurred betwixt him and his family of such a na- 
ture that he scarcely ever mentioned the race from 
which he sprang, and held in great contempt that van- 
ity which is commonly termed family pride. He de- 
sired to be known only as the first, or at least as one of 
the first merchants on the 'Change. The old Xorthum- 
berland estate, which in the natural order of things 
would have fallen to him, as the eldest son, was instead 
bequeathed to his younger brother, now Sir Hilde- 
brand. Owing to Mr. Osbaldistone's reticence on all 
subjects pertaining to his family, Frank knew little or 
nothing of either the relatives to whom he was going 
or the country which he was approaching. What little 
he did know he had gathered from his old Northum- 
brian nurse, who could not easily forget her native 
province. In his childhood she had often regaled him 
with wild and thrilling legends of her beloved north. 

Thus it was with peculiar interest that Frank exam- 
ined the appearance of this new addition to the com- 
pany, finding him to have the hard features and ath- 
letic form said to be peculiar to his country, and dressed 
in a garb as coarse as it could be, being still decent. 

"A gentleman! — what sort of a gentleman?" said 
the timorous gentleman somewhat hastily — his mind 
running on gentlemen of the pad, as they were then 
termed. 

" Why, a Scotch sort of a gentleman, as I said be- 
fore," returned mine host; " they are all gentle, ye 
mun know, though they ha' narra shirt to back; but 



8 ROB ROY. 

this is a decentish hallion — a canny North Briton as 
e'er crossed Berwick Bridge — I trow he's a dealer in 
cattle." 

" Let us have his company by all means/' answ^ered 
the timorous gentleman; and then, turning to Frank, 
he gave vent to the tenor of his own reflections. " I 
respect the Scotch, sir; I love and honor the nation 
for their sense of morality. Men talk of their filth and 
their poverty; but commend me to sterling honesty, 
though clad in rags, as the poet saith. I have been 
credibly assured, sir, by men on whom I can depend, 
that there was never known such a thing in Scotland as 
a highway robbery." 

" That's because they have nothing to lose," said 
mine host, with the chuckle of a self-applauding wit. 

" No, no, landlord," answered a strong, deep voice 
behind him, " it's e'en because your English gangers 
and supervisors,* that you have sent down benorth the 
Tweed, have ta'en up the trade of thievery over the 
heads of the native professors." 

" Well said, Mr. Campbell," answered the landlord; 
" I did not think thou'dst been sae near us, mon. But 
thou kens I'm an outspoken Yorkshire tyke. And how 
go markets in the south ? " 

" Even in the ordinar," replied Mr. Campbell; " wise 
folks buy and sell, and fools are bought and sold." 

" But wise men and fools both eat their dinner," 
answered the jolly entertainer; " and here a comes — 



* The introduction of gangers, supervisors, and examiners was 
one of the great complaints of the Scottish nation, though a nat- 
ural consequence of the Union. 



ROB ROY. 9 

as prime a buttock of beef as e'er hungry mon stuck 
fork in." 

So saying, he eagerly whetted his knife, assumed 
his seat of empire at the head of the board, and loaded 
the plates of his sundry guests with his good cheer. 

At the end of the meal, when the wine was circulat- 
ing and good cheer was thoroughly established, the con- 
versation turned on the bravery, strength, and boldness 
of Mr. Campbell by mine host saying, " that, for as 
peaceable a gentleman as Mr. Campbell was, he was, 
moreover, as bold as a lion — seven highwaymen had 
he defeated with his single arm, that beset him as he 
came from Whitson-Tryste." 

" Thou art deceived, friend Jonathan," said Camp- 
bell, interrupting him; " they were but barely two, and 
two cowardly loons as man could wish to meet withal." 

" And did you, sir, really," said Frank's fellow-trav- 
eler, edging his chair (or rather his portmanteau) 
nearer to Mr. Campbell, " really and actually beat two 
highwaymen yourself alone?" 

" In troth I did, sir," replied Campbell; " and I 
think it nae great thing to make a sang about." 

" Upon my word, sir," replied the timorous gentle- 
man, " I should be happy to have the pleasure of your 
company on my journey — I go northward, sir." 

This piece of gratuitous information concerning the 
route he proposed to himself failed to excite the corre- 
sponding confidence of the Scotchman. 

" We can scarce travel together," he replied dryly. 
" You, sir, doubtless, are well mounted, and I for the 
present travel on foot, or on a Highland shelty, that 
does not help me much faster forward." 



10 ROB EOY. 

So saying, he called for a reckoning for the wine, 
and throwing down the price of the additional bottle 
which he had himself introduced, rose as if to take 
leave. The timorous gentleman made up to him, and 
taking him by the button, drew him aside into one of 
the windows. Frank could not help overhearing him 
pressing something — which he supposed to be his com- 
pany upon the journey, which Mr. Campbell seemed 
to decline. 

" I will pay your charges, sir," said the traveler, 
in a tone as if he thought the argument should bear 
down all opposition. 

" It is quite impossible," said Campbell, somewhat 
contemptuously; " I have business at Eothbury." 

" But I am in no great hurry; I can ride out of 
the way and never miss a day or so for good com- 
pany." 

" Upon my faith, sir," said Campbell, " I can not 
render you the service you seem to desiderate. I am," 
he added, drawing himself up haughtily, " traveling on 
my own private affairs, and if ye will act by my advise- 
ment, sir, ye will neither unite yourself with an abso- 
lute stranger on the road, nor communicate your line 
of journey to those who are asking ye no questions 
about it." He then extricated his button, not very 
ceremoniously, from the hold which detained him, and 
coming up to Frank, as the company were dispersing, 
observed, " Your friend, sir, is too communicative, con- 
sidering the nature of his trust." 

" That gentleman," Frank replied, looking toward 
the traveler, " is no friend of mine, but an acquaint- 
ance whom I picked up on the road. I know neither 



ROB ROY. 11 

his name nor business, and you seem to be deeper in 
his confidence than I am." 

" I only meant," he replied hastily, " that he seems 
a thought rash in conferring the honor of his company 
on those who desire it not." 

" The gentleman," replied Frank, " knows his own 
affairs best, and I should be sorry to constitute myself 
a judge of them in any respect." 

Mr. Campbell made no further observation, but 
merely wished Frank a good journey, and the party dis- 
persed for the evening. 

Next day Frank parted company with his timid 
companion, and leaving the great northern road, took 
a more westerly course toward Osbaldistone Manor. 



CHAPTEE III. 

How raelts my beating heart as I behold 
Each lovely nymph, our island's boast and pride, 
Push on the generous steed that sweeps along 
O'er rough, o'er smooth, nor heeds the steepy hill, 
Nor falters in the extended vale below ! 

The Chase. 

Our hero now speedily approached his destination, 
and as he proceeded the scenery about him became more 
wild and rugged. He paused a moment on the summit 
of a hill, whence he could see the majestic Cheviot 
Mountains rising before him, while from out a narrow 
glen, just at the foot of the hills, Osbaldistone Hall, a 
large and antiquated building, presented itself to view 
for the first time. He urged his horse forward in the di- 
rection of the manor as fast as the very indifferent road 
would permit. Suddenly the notes of a pack of hounds 
in full cry were heard. Frank immediately formed the 
conjecture that these were his uncle's hounds, and ac- 
cordingly drew up to the side of the road that the 
hunters might pass unnoticed, while he pursued his 
way to the hall to await the return of the party from 
the chase, when the time would be more suitable for 
an introduction to his uncle. Although his mind had 
been occupied with far different and more serious 
thoughts, it was not without some excitement that he 
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ROB ROY. 13 

awaited the appearance of the sportsmen, and, per- 
chance, their prey. It was not long before the fox, 
hard rim and nearly spent, made his appearance. He 
sped past, crossed the stream which divided a little val- 
ley, and was wearily dragging himself up a ravine on 
the other side when the hounds rushed by in full cry 
after poor Reynard. Following the dogs came the 
hunters, riding in reckless haste. The party was com- 
posed of an elderly personage — doubtless Sir Ililde- 
brand Osbaldistone — three or four tall, stout young 
men, and a young lady of unusual beauty. As she 
neared the spot where Frank had halted to permit the 
passing of the huntsmen her horse made a misstep, 
thereby furnishing Frank an opportunity to offer the 
fair huntress his assistance. The horse quickly recover- 
ing himself, however, she thanked him by a smile, and 
was passing on, when the cries of "Whoop! dead! 
dead! " and the flourish of the French horn announced 
that the chase was at an end. One of the young men 
now approached waving the brush of the fox in tri- 
umph, as if to upbraid the young lady. 

" I see," she replied, " I see; but make no noise 
about it; if Phoebe," she said, patting the neck of the 
beautiful animal on which she rode, " had not got 
among the cliffs you would have had little cause for 
boasting." 

They met as she spoke, both looked at Frank, and 
conversed a moment in an undertone, the young lady 
apparently pressing the sportsman to do something 
which he declined shyly, and with a sort of sheepish 
sullenness. She instantly turned her horse's head to- 
wards Frank, saying: " Well, well, Thornie, if you 



14 ROB ROY. 

won't, I must, that's all. Sir/' she continued, address- 
ing Frank, " I have been endeavoring to persuade 
this cultivated young gentleman to make inquiry of you 
whether, in the course of your travels in these parts, 
you have heard anything of a friend of ours, one Mr. 
Francis Osbaldistone, who has been for some days ex- 
pected at Osbaldistone Hall?" 

Frank was only too happy to acknowledge himself 
to be the party inquired after, and to express his thanks 
for the obliging inquiries of the young lady. 

" In that case, sir," she rejoined, " as my kinsman's 
politeness seems to be still slumbering, you will permit 
me (though I suppose it is highly improper) to stand 
mistress of ceremonies and to present to you young 
Squire Thorncliff Osbaldistone, your cousin, and Die 
Vernon, who has also the honor to be your accom- 
plished cousin's poor kinswoman." 

Under this necessity Thorncliff shook hands with 
Frank, and, murmuring some excuse about having to 
help couple up the hounds, made his escape. 

" There he goes," said the young lady, following 
him with eyes in which disdain was admirably painted, 
" the prince of grooms and cock-fighters, and black- 
guard horse-coursers. But there is not one of them to 
mend another. — Have you read Markham?" said Miss 
Vernon. 

" Eead whom, ma'am? — I do not even remember the 
author's name." 

" lud ! on what a strand are you wrecked ! " re- 
plied the young lady. " A poor forlorn and ignorant 
stranger, unacquainted with the very Alcoran of the 
savage tribe whom you are coming to reside with — 



ROB ROY. 15 

never to have heard of Markliam, the most celebrated 
author on farriery! then I fear you are equally a 
stranger to the more modern names of Gibson and 
Bartlett?" 

" I am, indeed, Miss Vernon.'^ 

" And do you not blush to own it ? " said Miss Ver- 
non. " Why, we must forswear your alliance. Then, I 
suppose, you can neither give a ball, nor a mash, nor a 
horn!" 

" I confess I trust all these matters to an ostler, or 
to my groom." 

" Incredible carelessness! — And you can not shoe a 
horse, or cut his mane and tail; or worm a dog, or crop 
his ears, or cut his dew-claws; or reclaim a hawk, or 
give him his casting-stones, or direct his diet when he 
is sealed; or " 

" To sum up my insignificance in one word," replied 
Frank, " I am profoundly ignorant in all these rural 
accomplishments." 

" Then, in the name of Heaven, Mr. Francis Os- 
baldistone, what can you do? " 

" Very little to the purpose. Miss Vernon; some- 
thing, however, I can pretend to — when my groom has 
dressed my horse I can ride him, and when my hawk 
is in the field I can fly him." 

" Can you do this? " said the young lady, putting 
her horse to a canter. 

There was a sort of rude overgrown fence crossed 
the path before them, with a gate composed of pieces of 
wood rough from the forest; Frank was about to move 
forward to open it, when Miss Vernon cleared the ob- 
struction at a flying leap. He was bound in point of 



16 ROB ROY. 

honor to follow, and was in a moment again at her 
side. " There are hopes of you yet," she said. " I was 
afraid you had been a very degenerate Osbaldistone. 
But what on earth brings you to Cub-Castle? for so the 
neighbors have christened this hunting hall of ours. 
You might have stayed away, I suppose, if you would? " 

Frank felt by this time that he was on a very in- 
timate footing with the beautiful apparition, and there- 
fore replied, in a confidential undertone, " Indeed, my 
dear Miss Vernon, I might have considered it as a sac- 
rifice to be a temporary resident in Osbaldistone Hall, 
the inmates being such as you describe them, but I am 
convinced there is one exception that will make amends 
for all deficiencies." 

" Oh, you mean Eashleigh? " said Miss Vernon. 

" Indeed I do not; I was thinking — forgive me — 
of some person much nearer me." 

" I suppose it would be proper not to understand 
your civility? But that is not my way. I don't make 
a courtesy for it because I am sitting on horseback. 
But, seriously, I deserve your exception, for I am the 
only conversable being about the Hall, except the old 
priest and Eashleigh." 

" And who is Eashleigh, for Heaven's sake? " 

" Eashleigh is one who would fain have everyone 
like him for his own sake. He is Sir Hildebrand's 
youngest son — about your own age, but not so — not 
well-looking, in short. But Nature has given him a 
mouthful of common sense, and the priest has added a 
bushelful of learning; he is what we call a very clever 
man in this country, where clever men are scarce. Bred 
to the Church, but in no hurry to take orders. You 



ROB ROY. 17 

will think him the pleasantest man you ever saw in 
your life, Mr. Osbaldistone — that is, for a week, at 
least. If he could find out a blind mistress, never man 
would be so secure of conquest; but the eye breaks the 
spell that enchants the ear. But here we are in the 
court of the old hall, which looks as wild and old- 
fashioned as any of its inmates. There is no great 
toilette kept at Osbaldistone Hall, you must know; but 
I must take off these things, they are so unpleasantly 
warm, and the hat hurts my forehead, too," continued 
the lively girl, taking it off, and shaking down a pro- 
fusion of sable ringlets, which, half laughing, half 
blushing, she separated with her white slender fingers, 
in order to clear them away from her beautiful face and 
piercing hazel eyes. If there was any coquetry in the 
action, it was well disguised by the careless indiffer- 
ence of her manner. Frank could not help saying 
"that, judging of the family from what he saw, he 
should suppose tlie toilette a very unnecessary care." 

" That's very politely said — though, perhaps, I 
ought not to understand in what sense it was meant," 
replied Miss Vernon; "but 3^ou will see a better apol- 
ogy for a little negligence when you meet the Orsons 
you are to live among, whose forms no toilette could 
improve. But, as I said before, the old dinner-bell will 
clang, or rather clank, in a few minutes — it cracked of 
its own accord on the day of the landing of King Willie, 
and my uncle, respecting its prophetic talent, would 
never permit it to be mended. So do j^ou hold my pal- 
frey, like a duteous knight, until I send some more 
humble squire to relieve you of the charge." 

Diana Vernon threw the rein to her newly-ac- 



13 ROB ROY. 

quainted cousin, jumped from her saddle, and tripped 
across the courtyard, entering the house at a side door. 
For some time Frank was left in this awkward position, 
mounted on one horse and holding another, vainly en- 
deavoring to summon some domestic to relieve him 
of his charges. At length his patience — or impatience 
— was rewarded, and with some difficulty he persuaded 
one servant to take the horses and another to conduct 
him to Sir Hildebrand. 



CHAPTER IV. 

The rude hall rocks — they come, they come ! — 
The din of voices shakes the dome ; 
In stalk the various forms, and, drest 
In varying morion, varying vest, 

All march with haughty step — all proudly shake the crest. 

Penrose. 

He was ushered into a large vaulted room, floored 
with, stone, where a range of oaken tables were already 
covered for dinner. After waiting some few moments, 
the doors were thrown open and in rushed curs and 
men — eight dogs, the domestic chaplain, the village 
doctor, the six young men, and Sir Hildebrand. The 
latter came forward and greeted his new kinsman: 

" Had seen thee sooner, lad," he exclaimed, after a 
rough shake of the hand, and a hearty welcome to Os- 
baldistone Hall, "but had to see the hounds kenneled 
first. Thou art welcome to the Hall, lad — here is thy 
cousin Percie, thy cousin Thornie, and thy cousin John 
— your cousin Dick, your cousin Wilfred, and — stay, 
where's Rashleigh? — ay, here's Rashleigh — take thy 
long body aside, Thornie, and let's see thy brother a bit 
— your cousin Rashleigh. So thy father has thought 
on the old Hall and old Sir Hildebrand at last — better 
late than never. Thou art welcome, lad, and there's 
enough. "Where's my little Die? — ay, here she comes 

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20 ROB ROY. 

— this is my niece, Die, my wife's brother's daughter 
— the prettiest girl in our dales, be the other who she 
may — and so now let's to the sirloin." 

Miss Yernon had so arranged the seats that Frank 
should sit next to her at the table, and during dinner 
she entertained him with a sketch of the inmates of 
Osbaldistone Hall. 

" I want to speak with you,'' she said, " and I have 
placed honest Thornie betwixt Rashleigh and you on 
purpose. He will be like 

Feather-bed 'twixt castle wall 
And heavy brunt of cannon ball, 

while I, your earliest acquaintance in this intellectual 
family, ask of you how you like us all?" 

" A very comprehensive question. Miss Yernon, con- 
sidering how short while I have been at Osbaldistone 
Hall." 

" Oh, the philosophy of our family lies on the sur- 
face — there are minute shades distinguishing the indi- 
viduals, which require the eye of an intelligent ob- 
server; but the species, as naturalists, I believe, call it, 
may be distinguished and characterized at once." 

" My five elder cousins, then, are, I presume, of 
pretty nearly the same character." 

" Yes, they form a happy compound of sot, game- 
keeper, bully, horse- jockey, and fool; but as they say 
there can not be found two leaves on the same tree ex- 
actly alike, so these happy ingredients, being mingled 
in somewhat various proportions in each individual, 
make an agreeable variety for those who like to study 
character." 



ROB ROY. 21 

" Give me a sketch, if you please, Miss Vernon." 

" You shall have them all in a family-piece, at full 
length — the favor is too easily granted to be refused. 
Percie, the son and heir, has more of the sot than of 
the gamekeeper, bully, horse-jockey, or fool. My pre- 
cious Thornie is more of the bully than the sot, 
gamekeeper, jockey, or fool. John, who sleeps whole 
weeks among the hills, has most of the gamekeeper. 
The jockey is powerful with Dickon, who rides two 
hundred miles by day and night to be bought and sold 
at a horse-race. And the fool predominates so much 
over Wilfred's other qualities that he may be termed a 
fool positive." 

" A goodly collection, Miss Vernon, and the indi- 
vidual varieties belong to a most interesting species. 
But is there no room on the canvas for Sir Hilde- 
brand?" 

" I love my uncle," was her reply; " I owe him 
some kindness (such it was meant for, at least), and I 
will leave you to draw his picture yourself, when you 
know him better." 

" Come," thought Frank to himself, " I am glad 
there is some forbearance. After all, who would have 
looked for such bitter satire from a creature so young, 
and so exquisitely beautiful ? " 

"You are thinking of me," she said, bending her 
dark eyes on him. 

" I certainly was," Frank replied, with some embar- 
rassment at the determined suddenness of the question, 
and then, endeavoring to give a complimentary turn 
to his frank avowal, " How is it possible I should think 
of anything else, seated as I have the happiness to be? " 



22 ROB ROY. 

She smiled with such an expression of concentrated 
haughtiness as she alone conld have thrown into her 
countenance. " I mnst inform you at once^ Mr. Os- 
baldistone, that compliments are entirely lost upon me; 
do not, therefore, throw away your pretty sayings — 
they serve fine gentlemen w^ho travel in the country, 
instead of the toys, beads, and bracelets which navi- 
gators carry to propitiate the savage inhabitants of 
newly-discovered lands. Do not exhaust your stock 
in trade; you will find natives in Northumberland to 
whom your fine things will recommend you; on me 
they would be utterly thrown away, for I happen to 
know their real value." 

" You remind me at this moment," said the young 
lady, resuming her lively and indifferent manner, " of 
the fairy tale, where the man finds all the money which 
he had carried to market suddenly changed into pieces 
of slate. I have cried down and ruined your whole 
stock of complimentary discourse by one unlucky ob- 
servation. But come, never mind it. You are belied, 
Mr. Osbaldistone, unless you have much better con- 
versation than these fadeurs, which every gentleman 
with a toupet thinks himself obliged to recite to an un- 
fortunate girl, merely because she is dressed in silk and 
gauze, while he wears superfine cloth with embroidery. 
Your natural paces, as any of my five cousins might 
say, are far preferable to your complimentary amble. 
Endeavor to forget my unlucky sex; call me Tom 
Vernon, if you have a mind, but speak to me as you 
would to a friend and companion; you have no idea 
how much I shall like you." 

"That would be a bribe, indeed," returned Frank. 



ROB ROY. 23 

"Again! " rci)licd ^liss Vernon, holding up her fin- 
ger; " i told you 1 would not bear the shadow of a 
coni[)linient. And now, when you have pledged my 
uncle, who tlireatens you with what he calls a brimmer, 
I will tell you what you think of me." 

TJie bumi)er was pledged by Frank, as a dutiful 
nephew. " And now,'' he said, " give me leave to ask 
you frankly, Miss Vernon, what you suppose I am 
thinking of you. I could tell you what I really do 
think, but you have interdicted praise." 

" I do not want your assistance. I am conjurer 
enough to tell your thoughts without it. You need not 
open the casement of your bosom; I see through it. 
You tliink me a strange, bold girl, half coquette, half 
romp, desirous of attracting attention by the freedom 
of her manners and loudness of her conversation, be- 
cause she is ignorant of what the Spectator calls the 
softer graces of the sex, and perhaps you think I have 
some particular plan of storming you into admiration. 
I should be sorry to shock your self-opinion, but you 
w^ere never more mistaken. All the confidence I have 
reposed in you I would have given as readily to your 
father if I thought he could have understood me. I 
am in this happy family as much secluded from intelli- 
gent listeners as Sancho in the Sierra Morena, and 
when opportunity offers I must speak or die. I assure 
)"ou I would not liave told you a word of all this curious 
intelligence had I cared a pin who knew it or knew it 
not." 

" It is very cruel in you. Miss Vernon, to take away 
all particular marks of favor from A'our communica- 
tions, but I must receive them on your own terms. You 



24 ROB ROY. 

have not included Mr. Eashleigh Osbaldistone in your 
domestic sketches." 

She hastily answered, in a much lower tone: "Not 
a word of Eashleigh! His ears are so acute when his 
selfishness is interested that the sounds would reach 
him even through the mass of Thorncliff's person, 
stuffed as it is with beef, venison-pasty, and pudding." 

" Yes," Frank replied; " but peeping past the living 
screen which divides us, before I put the question, I 
perceived that Mr. Eashleigh's chair was empty — he has 
left the table." 

" I would not have you be too sure of that," Miss 
Vernon replied. " Take my advice, and when you 
speak of Eashleigh get up to the top of Otterscope Hill, 
where you can see for twenty miles round you in every 
direction — stand on the very peak, and speak in whis- 
pers; and, after all, don't be too sure that the bird of 
the air will not carry the matter. Eashleigh has been 
my tutor for four years; we are mutually tired of each 
other, and we shall heartily rejoice at our approaching 
separation." 

" Mr. Eashleigh leaves Osbaldistone Hall, then ? " 

" Yes, in a few days — did you not know that ? Your 
father must keep his resolutions much more secret than 
Sir Hildebrand. Why, when my uncle was informed 
that you were to be his guest for some time, and that 
your father desired to have one of his hopeful sons to 
fill up the lucrative situation in his counting-house 
which was vacant by your obstinacy, Mr. Francis, the 
good knight held a cour pUniere of all his family, in- 
cluding the butler, housekeeper, and gamekeeper. 
This reverend assembly of the peers and household oflQ.- 



ROB ROY. 25 

cers of Osbaldistone Hall was not convoked, as you may 
suppose, to elect your substitute, because, as KashleigJi 
alone possessed more arithmetic than was necessary to 
calculate the odds on a fighting cock, none but he could 
be supposed qualified for the situation. But some sol- 
emn sanction was necessary for transforming Kashleigh's 
destination from starving as a Catholic priest to thriv- 
ing as a wealthy banker, and it was not without some 
reluctance that the acquiescence of the assembly was 
obtained to such an act of degradation." 

" I can conceive the scruples — but how were they 
got over? " 

" By the general wish, I believe, to get Kashleigh 
out of the house," replied Miss Vernon. " Although 
youngest of the family, he has somehow or other got 
the entire management of all the others; and everyone 
is sensible of the subjection, though they can not shake 
it oft". If anyone opposes him, he is sure to rue having 
done so before the year goes about, and if you do him 
a very important service, you may rue it still more." 

" At that rate," answered Frank, smiling, " I should 
look about me, for I have been the cause, however un- 
intentionally, of his change of situation." 

" Yes; and whether he regards it as an advantage 
or disadvantage, he will owe you a grudge for it. But 
here come cheese, radishes, and a bumper to church 
and king, the hint for chaplains and ladies to disappear, 
and I, sole representative of womanhood at Osbaldistone 
Hall, retreat, as in duty bound." 

With this Miss Vernon left the apartment, and then 
the bottle began to circulate, or rather to fly around the 
table in unceasing revolution. To Frank, who was 



26 ROB ROY. 

wholly unaccustomed to so intemperate a "use of wine, 
tlie scene became more and more displeasing, so that 
at the first opportunity he made his escape through a 
side door, leading he knew not whither. He was wildly 
pursued by his cousins, but hastily descending a wind- 
ing stair, he jumped from a low window to the garden 
below. Wandering hither and thither among the gar- 
den paths, he suddenly came upon Andrew Fairservice, 
the old Scotch gardener, who was hard at work at his 
evening employment. Here he spent some time in con- 
versation with Andrew, listening to his version of the 
characteristics of the Osbaldistone family. When a 
sufficient length of time had elapsed to cool the ardor 
of his pursuers, Frank returned to the house, and with 
some difficulty found the apartment which was des- 
tined for his accommodation. 



CHAPTER V. 

Bardolph. — The sheriff, with a monstrous watch, is at the door. 

Henry IV. First Part. 

Early the next morning, when the first streaks of 
light were breaking upon the horizon, Frank Osbaldi- 
stone was awakened from his first night's slumber in 
his new abode by the cheerful notes of the hunting- 
horn. Hurriedly completing his toilette and directing 
his horse to be saddled, he made his way to the court- 
yard, where his uncle and cousins were already finish- 
ing preparations for the morning's 'liunt. Miss Vernon 
joined them and they soon set forth, Frank riding by 
Miss Vernon's side. After beating in vain for the 
greater part of the morning, a fox was at length found, 
wlio led them a chase of two hours, but proved too 
wily for them in tlie end; the hounds lost the scent, 
and the hunt was at an end for a time. 

" Come, Mr. Frank," said Miss Vernon, " the scent's 
cold; tliey won't recover it there this while; follow me, 
I have a view to show you." 

And, in fact, she cantered up to the top of a gentle 
hill, commanding an extensive prospect. Casting her 
eyes around, to see that no one was near them, slie 
drew up her horse beneath a few birch-trees, whicli 
screened them from the rest of the hunting field. " Do 

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28 ^OB ROY, 

you see yon peaked, brown, heathy hill, having some- 
thing like a whitish speck upon the side ? '^ 

" Terminating that long ridge of broken moorish 
uplands? I see it distinctly,'' replied Frank. 

" That whitish speck is a rock called Hawkesmore- 
crag, and Hawkesmore-crag is in Scotland." 

" Indeed! I did not think we had been so near Scot- 
land." 

" It is so, I assure you, and your horse will carry 
you there in two hours." 

" I shall hardly give him the trouble; why, the dis- 
tance must be eighteen miles as the crow^ flies." 

" You may have my mare, if you think her less 
blown. I say that in two hours you may be in Scot- 
land." 

" And I say, that I have so little desire to be there, 
that if my horse's head were over the Border I would 
not give his tail the trouble of following. What should 
I do in Scotland?" 

" Provide for your safety, if I must speak plainly. 
Do you understand me now, Mr. Frank? " 

'*' Not a w^hit; you are more and more oracular." 

" Then, on my word, you either mistrust me most 
unjustly, and are a better dissembler than Rashleigh 
Osbaldistone himself, or you know nothing of what is 
imputed to you; and then no wonder you stare at me 
in that grave manner, which I can scarce see without 
laughing." 

" Upon my word of honor, Miss Vernon," said 
Frank, with an impatient feeling of her childish dis- 
position to mirth, " I have not the most distant con- 
ception of what you mean. I am happy to afford you 



ROB ROY. 29 

any subject of amusement, but I am quite ignorant in 
what it consists." 

" Nay, there's no sound jest after all," said tlie 
young lady, composing herself, " only one looks so very 
ridiculous when he is fairly perplexed. But the matter 
is serious enough. Do you know one Moray, or Morris, 
or some such name ? " 

" Not that I can at present recollect." 

" Think a moment. Did you not lately travel with 
somebody of such a name? " 

'• The only man with whom I traveled for any 
length of time was a fellow whose soul seemed to lie in 
his portmanteau." 

" Then it was like the soul of the licentiate Pedro 
Garcias, which lay among the ducats in his leathern 
purse. That man has been robbed, and he has lodged 
an information against you, as connected with the vio- 
lence done to him." 

" You jest, Miss Vernon I " 

" I do not, I assure you — the thing is an absolute 
fact." 

" And do you," said Frank, with strong indigna- 
tion, " do you suppose me capable of meriting such a 
charge? " 

" You would call me out for it, I suppose, had I 
the advantage of being a man. You may do so as it is, 
if you like it — I can shoot flying, as well as leap a five- 
barred gate." 

" And are colonel of a regiment of horse besides," 
replied Frank, reflecting how idle it was to be angry 
with her. '' But do explain the present jest to me." 

" There's no jest whatever," said Diana; " you are 



30 ROB ROY. 

accused of robbing this man, and my uncle believes it 
as well as I did."^ 

" Upon my honor, I am greatly obliged to my 
friends for their good opinion! '' 

" Now do not, if you can help it, snort, and stare, 
and snuff the wind, and look so exceedingly like a 
startled horse. There's no such offence as you suppose 
— you are not charged with any petty larceny or vulgar 
felony — ^by no means. This fellow was carrying money 
from Government, both specie and bills, to pay the 
troops in the north, and it is said he has been also 
robbed of some despatches of great consequence." 

"And so it is high treason, then, and not simple 
robbery of which I am accused! " 

" Certainly — which, you know, has been in all ages 
accounted the crime of a gentleman. You will find 
plenty in this country, and one not far from your elbow, 
who think it a merit to distress the Hanoverian govern- 
ment by every means possible." 

"' Neither my politics nor my morals. Miss Vernon, 
are of a description so accommodating." 

" I really begin to believe that you are a Presby- 
terian and Hanoverian in good earnest. But what do 
you propose to do ? " 

" Instantly to refute this atrocious calumny. Be- 
fore whom," he asked, " was this extraordinary accusa- 
tion laid?" 

" Before old Squire Inglewood, who had sufficient 
unwillingness to receive it. He sent tidings to my 
uncle, I suppose, that he might smuggle you away into 
Scotland, out of reach of the warrant. But my uncle 
is sensible that his religion and old predilections render 



ROB ROY. 31 

him obnoxious to Government, and that were he caiiglit 
playing booty he would be disarmed, and probably dis- 
mounted (which would be the worse evil of the two), 
as a Jacobite, papist, and suspected person." * 

" I can conceive that, sooner than lose his hunters, 
he would give up his nephew." 

"His nephew, nieces, sons — daughters, if he had 
them, and whole generation," said Diana; " therefore 
trust not to him, even for a single moment, but make 
the best of your way before they can serve the warrant." 

"That I shall certainly do; but it shall be to the 
house of this Squire Inglewood. Which way does it 
lie?" 

"About five miles off, in the low ground, behind 
yonder plantations — you may see the tower of the clock- 
house." 

" I will be there in a few minutes," said Frank, 
putting his horse in motion. 

" And I will go with you and show you the way," 
said Diana, putting her palfrey also to the trot. 

" Do not think of it. Miss Vernon," Frank replied. 
" It is not — permit me the freedom of a friend — it is 
not proper, scarcely even delicate, in you to go with me 
on such an errand as I am now upon." 

" I understand your moaning," said Miss Vernon, a 
slight blush crossing her haughty brow; " it is plainly 
spoken," and after a moment's pause she added, " and 
I believe kindly meant." 

* On occasions of public aliirtn, in the beginning of tlie eight- 
eenth century, the horses of the Catholics were often seized upon, 
as tliey were always supposed to be on the eve of rising in 
rebellion. 



32 ROB ROY. 

" It is indeed, Miss Vernon. Can you think me in- 
sensible of tlie interest you show me, or ungrateful for 
it ? " said Frank, with even more earnestness than he 
could have wislied to express. ^' Yours is meant for 
true kindness, shown best at the hour of need. But I 
must not, for your own sake — for the chance of mis- 
construction — suffer you to pursue the dictates of your 
generosity; this is so public an occasion — it is almost 
like venturing into an open court of justice." 

" And if it were not almost, but altogether entering 
into an open court of justice, do you think 1 would not 
go there if I thought it right, and wished to protect 
a friend? You have no one to stand by you — you 
are a stranger; and here, in the outskirts of the king- 
dom, country justices do odd things. My uncle has no 
desire to embroil himself in your affair; Kashleigh is 
absent, and were he here there is no knowing which side 
he might take; the rest are all more stupid and brutal 
one than another. I will go with you, and I do not 
fear being able to serve you. I am no fine lady, to be 
terrified to death with law-books, hard words, or big 
wigs.'^ 

" But my dear Miss Vernon " 

" But my dear Mr. Francis, be patient and quiet, 
and let me take my own way, for when I take the bit 
between my teeth there is no bridle will stop me." 



CHAPTER YI. 

" Sir," quoth the lawyer, " not to flatter ye. 
You have as good and fair a battery 
As heart could wish, and need not shame 
The proudest man alive to claim." 

Butler. 

Arrived at Inglewood Place, their horses were 
taken by a servant in Sir Hildebrand's livery, whom 
they found in the courtyard. In the entrance-hall 
Frank was somewhat surprised, and his fair companion 
still more so, when they met Eashleigh Osbaldistone, 
who could not help showing equal wonder at the ren- 
contre. 

" Eashleigh," said Miss Vernon, without giving him 
time to ask any question, " you have heard of Mr. 
Francis Osbaldistone's affair, and you have been talking 
to the Justice about it?" 

" Certainly," said Eashleigh composedly; " it has 
been my business here. I have been endeavoring," he 
said, " to render my cousin what service I can. But I 
am sorry to meet him here." 

" As a friend and relation, Mr. Osbaldistone, you 
ought to have been sorry to have met me anywhere else, 
at a time when the charge of my reputation required me 
to be on this spot as soon as possible." 

"True; but judging from what my father said, I 

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34: I^OB ROY. 

should have supposed a short retreat into Scotland — ■ 
just till matters should be smoothed over in a quiet 
way '' 

Frank answered with warmth, " I have no pruden- 
tial measures to observe, and desire to have nothing 
smoothed over; on the contrary, I come to inquire into 
a rascally calumny, which I am .determined to probe to 
the bottom/^ 

" Mr. Francis Osbaldistone is an innocent man, 
Rashleigh,^^ said Miss Vernon, ^' and he demands an in- 
vestigation of the charges against him, and I intend to 
support him in it/^ 

"You do, my pretty cousin? I should think, now, 
Mr. Francis Osbaldistone was likely to be as effectually, 
and rather more delicately, supported by my presence 
than by yours." 

" Oh, certainly; but two heads are better than one, 
3'ou know." 

"Especially such a head as yours, my pretty Die," 
he answered, advancing and taking her hand with a 
familiar fondness. She led him a few steps aside; 
they conversed in an under voice, and she appeared 
to insist upon some request which he was unwilling 
or unable to comply with. Miss Vernon's face, 
from being earnest, became angry; her eyes and cheeks 
became more animated, her color mounted, she 
clinched her little hand, and stamping on the ground 
with her tiny foot, seemed to listen with a mixture of 
contempt and indignation to the apologies which Rash- 
leigh seemed to be pouring at her feet. At length she 
flung away from liim, with " I will have it so." 

" It is not in my power — there is no possibility of 



ROB ROY. 35 

it. Would you think it, Mr. Osbaldistonc? " said he, 
addressing Frank. 

" You are not mad? " said she, interrupting him. 

" Would you think it? " said he, without attending 
to her hint; " Miss Vernon insists, not only that I know 
your innocence (of which, indeed, it is impossible for 
any one to be more convinced), but that I must also 
be acquainted with the real perpetrators of the outrage 
on this fellow — if, indeed, such an outrage has been 
committed. Is this reasonable, Mr. Osbaldistone? ^' 

" I will not allow any appeal to Mr. Osbaldistone, 
Rashleigh,'' said the young lady; " he does not know, 
as I do, the incredible extent and accuracy of your in- 
formation on all points.^' 

" As I am a gentleman, you do me more honor 
than I deserve." 

" Justice, Rashleigh — only justice — and it is only 
justice which I expect at your hands." 

" You are a tyrant, Diana," he answered, with a 
sort of sigh, '' a capricious tyrant, and rule your friends 
with a rod of iron. Still, however, it shall be as you 
desire. But you ought not to be here — you know you 
ought not — you must return with me." 

Then turning from Diana, vrho seemed to stand un- 
decided, he came up to Frank in the most friendly 
manner, and said: " Do not doubt my interest in what 
regards you, ^Ir. Osbaldistone. If I leave you just at 
this moment, it is only to act for your advantage. But 
you must use your influence with your cousin to return; 
her presence can not serve you, and must prejudice her- 
self." 

" I assure you, sir/" Frank replied, " you can not be 



36 ROB ROY. 

more convinced of this than I; I have urged Miss Ver- 
non's return as anxiously as she would permit me 
to do." 

" I have thought on it/' said Miss Vernon after a 
pause, " and I will not go till I see you safe out of the 
hands of the Philistines. Cousin Rashleigh, I dare say, 
means well; but he and I know each other well. Eash- 
leigh, I will NOT go; I know/' she added, in a more 
soothing tone, " my being here will give you more mo- 
tive for speed and exertion." 

" Stay then, rash, obstinate girl," said Eashleigh; 
" you know but too well to whom you trust," and has- 
tening out of the hall, they heard his horse's feet a min- 
ute afterward in rapid motion. 

" Thank Heaven, he is gone! " said Diana. " And 
now let us seek out the Justice." 

" Had we not better call a servant? " 

" Oh, by no means; I know the way to his den — 
we must burst on him suddenly — follow me." 

Frank followed her, accordingly, as she tripped up 
a few gloomy steps, traversed a twilight passage, and 
entered a sort of ante-room hung round with old maps, 
architectural elevations, and genealogical trees. A pair 
of folding-doors opened from this into Mr. Inglewood's 
sitting apartment, from which was heard the fag-end 
of an old ditty, chanted by a voice which had been in its 
day fit for a jolly bottle song: 

" 0, in Skipton-in-Craven 
Is never a haven, 

But many a day foul weather; 
And he that would say 
A pretty girl nay, 

I wish for his cravat a tether.'* 



ROB ROY. 37 

"Heyday!" said Miss Vernon, "the genial Justice 
must have dined already — I did not think it had been 
so late." 

It was even so. Mr. Inglewood's appetite having 
been sharpened by his official investigations, he had 
antedated his meridian repast, having dined at twelve 
instead of one o'clock, then the general dining hour in 
England. 

" Stay you here," said Diana. " I know the house, 
and I will call a servant; your sudden appearance might 
startle the old gentleman even to choking," and she es- 
caped, leaving Frank uncertain whether he ought to ad- 
vance or retreat. It was impossible for him not to hear 
some part of what passed within the dinner apartment, 
and particularly several apologies for declining to sing, 
expressed in a dejected croaking voice, the tones of 
which were not entirely new to him. 

" Not sing, sir? by our Lady! but you must. What! 
you have cracked my silver-mounted cocoa-nut of sack, 
and tell me that you can not sing! Sir, sack will make 
a cat sing, and speak, too; so up with a merry stave, or 
trundle yourself out of my doors! Do you think you 

are to take up all of my valuable time with your d d 

declarations, and then tell me you can not sing? " 

" Your worship is perfectly in rule," said another 
voice, which, from its pert, conceited accent, might be 
that of the clerk, " and the party must be conformable; 
he hath canet written on his face in court hand." 

" Up with it then," said the Justice, " or by St. 
Christopher, you shall crack the cocoa-nut full of salt- 
and-water, according to the statute for such effect made 
and provided." 
4 



38 i^OB ROY. 

Thus exhorted and threatened, Frank's quondam 
fellow-traveler, for he could no longer doubt that he 
was the recusant in question, uplifted, with a voice 
similar to that of a criminal singing his last psalm on 
the scaffold, a most doleful stave to the following effect: 

" Good people all, I pray give ear, 
A woful story you shall hear, 
'Tis of a robber as stout as ever 
Bade a true man stand and deliver. 
With his foodie doo fa loodle loo. 

" This knave, most worthy of a cord, 
Bering armed with pistol and with sword, 
'Twixt Kensington and Brentford then 
Did boldly stop six honest men. 
With his foodie doo, etc. 

" These honest men did at Brentford dine. 
Having drank each man his pint of wine, 
When this bold thief, with many curses, 
Did say, You dogs, your lives or purses. 
With his foodie doo," etc. 

It is a question if the honest men, whose misfortune 
is commemorated in this pathetic ditty, were more 
startled at the appearance of the bold thief than the 
songster was at Frank's; for, tired of waiting for some 
one to announce him, he presented himself to the com- 
pany just as his friend Mr. Morris, for such, it seems, 
was his name, was uplifting the fifth stave of his dole- 
ful ballad. The high tone with which the tune started 
died away in a quaver of consternation on finding him- 
self so near one whose character he supposed to be little 
less suspicious than that of the hero of his madrigal, 
and he remained silent, with a mouth gaping. 



ROB ROY. 39 

The Justice, whose eyes had closed under the influ- 
ence of the somniferous lullaby of the song, started up 
in his chair as it suddenly ceased, and stared with won- 
der at the unexpected addition which the company had 
received while his organs of sight were in abeyance. 
The clerk was also commoved, for, sitting opposite to 
Mr. Morris, that honest gentleman's terror communi- 
cated itself to him, though he wotted not why. 

Frank broke the silence of surprise occasioned by 
his abrupt entrance. " My name, Mr. Inglewood, is 
Francis Osbaldistone; I understand that some scoundrel 
has brought a complaint before you, charging me with 
being concerned in a loss which he says he has sus- 
tained." 

" Sir," said the Justice, somewhat peevishly, " these 
are matters I never enter upon after dinner; there is a 
time for everything, and a justice of peace must eat as 
well as other folks." 

The goodly person of Mr. Inglewood, by the way, 
seemed by no means to have suffered by any fasts, 
whether in the service of the law or of religion. 

" I beg pardon for an ill-timed visit, sir; but as 
my reputation is concerned, and as the dinner ap- 
pears to be concluded " 

" It is not concluded, sir," replied the magistrate; 
" a man requires digestion as well as food, and I protest 
I can not have benefit from my victuals unless I am 
allowed two hours of quiet leisure, intermixed with 
harmless mirth and a moderate circulation of the 
bottle." 

" If your Honor will forgive me," said Mr. Jobson, 
who had produced and arranged his writing imple- 



40 ROB ROY. 

ments in the brief space that the conversation afforded, 
" as this is a case of felony, and the gentleman seems 
something impatient, the charge is contra imcem domini 
regis " 

"D — n dominie regis!'' said the impatient Justice; 
" I hope it's no treason to say so, but it's enough to 
make one mad to be worried in this way. Have I a 
moment of my life quiet for warrants, orders, directions, 
acts, bails, bonds, and recognizances? I pronounce to 
you, Mr. Jobson, that I shall send you and the justice- 
ship to the devil one of these days.'^ 

" Your Honor will consider the dignity of the office 
— one of the quorum and custos rotulorum, an office of 
which Sir Edward Coke wisely saith. The whole Chris- 
tian world hath not the like of it, so it be duly exe- 
cuted.'^ 

" Well,'' said the Justice, partly reconciled by this 
eulogium on the dignity of his situation, and gulping 
down the rest of his dissatisfaction in a huge bumper 
of claret, " let us to this gear then, and get rid of it 
as fast as we can. Here you, sir — you, Morris — you, 
knight of the sorrowful countenance — is this Mr. Fran- 
cis Osbaldistone the gentleman whom you charge with 
being art and part of felony? " 

" I, sir? " replied Morris, whose scattered wits had 
hardly yet reassembled themselves; " I charge nothing 
— I say nothing against the gentleman." 

" Then we dismiss your complaint, sir, that's all, and 
a good riddance. Push about the bottle. Mr. Osbaldi- 
stone, help yourself." 

Jobson, however, was determined that Morris should 
not back out of the scrape so easily. " What do you 



ROB ROY. 41 

mean, ^Ir, Morris? Here is your own declaration — 
the ink scarce dried — and you would retract it in this 
scandalous manner! " 

" How do I know/' whispered the other in a tremu- 
lous tone, " how many rogues are in the house to back 
him? I have read of such things in Johnson's Lives 
of the Highwaymen. I protest the door opens " 

And it did open, and Diana Vernon entered. " You 
keep fine order here, Justice — not a servant to be seen 
or heard of." 

" Ah I " said the Justice, starting up with an alac- 
rity which showed that he was not so engrossed by his 
devotions to Themis or Comus as to forget what was 
due to beauty; "ah, ha! Die A^ernon, the heath-bell of 
Cheviot, and the Blossom of the Border, come to see 
how the old bachelor keeps house? Art welcome, girl, 
as flowers in May." 

" A fine, open, hospitable house you do keep, Justice, 
that must be allowed — not a soul to answer a visitor." 

" Ah, the knaves! they reckoned themselves secure 
of me for a couple of hours. But why did you not 
come earlier? Your cousin Rashleigh dined here, and 
ran away like a poltroon after the first bottle was out. 
But you have not dined — we'll have something nice and 
ladylike — sweet and pretty like yourself, tossed up in 
a trice." 

" I may eat a crust in the ante-room before I set 
out," answered Miss Vernon; "I have had a long ride* 
this morning; but I can't stay long. Justice — I came 
with my cousin, Frank Osbaldistone, there, and I must 
show him the way back again to the Hall, or he'll lose 
himself in the wolds." 



42 I^OB ROY. 

"Whew! sits the wind in that quarter?" inquired 
the Justice. 

" She showed him the way, she showed him the way, 
She showed him the way to woo. 

What! no luck for old fellows, then, my sweet bud of 
the wilderness? " 

" None Avhatever, Squire Inglewood; but if you wdll 
be a good; kind Justice, and despatch young Frank's 
business, and let us canter home again, Fll bring my 
uncle to dine with you next week, and we'll expect 
merry doings." 

" And you shall find them, my pearl of the Tyne — 
Zookers, lass, I never envy these young fellows their 
rides and scampers, unless when you come across me. 
But I must not keep you just now, I suppose. I am 
quite satisfied with Mr. Frank Osbaldistone's explana- 
tion — there has been some mistake, which can be 
cleared at greater leisure." 

" Pardon me, sir," said Frank, " but I have not 
heard the nature of the accusation yet." 

" Yes, sir," said the clerk, who at the appearance 
of Miss Vernon had given up the matter in despair, 
but who picked up courage to press farther investiga- 
tion on finding himself supported from a quarter 
whence assuredly he expected no backing — "yes, sir, 
and Dalton saith. That he who is apprehended as a felon 
shall not be discharged upon any man's discretion, but 
shall be held either to bail or commitment, paying to 
the clerk of the peace the usual fees for recognizance 
or commitment." 

The Justice, thus goaded on, gave Frank at length 
a few words of explanation. 



ROB ROY. 43 

It seems the tricks which he had played to this man 
Morris on his journey had made a strong impression on 
liis imagination; they had been arrayed against Frank in 
liis evidence^ with all the exaggerations which a timor- 
ous and heated imagination could suggest. It appeared, 
also, that on the day they parted Morris had been 
stopped on a solitary spot and eased of his beloved trav- 
eling companion, the portmanteau, by two men, well 
mounted and armed, having their faces covered with 
vizards. 

One of them, he conceived, had much of Frank's 
shape and air, and in a whispering conversation which 
took place betwixt the freebooters he heard the other 
apply to him the name of Osbaldistone. The declara- 
tion farther set forth that upon inquiring into the prin- 
ciples of the family so named, he, the said declarant, 
was informed that they were of the worst description, 
the family, in all its members, having been Papists 
and Jacobites, as he was given to understand by the 
dissenting clergyman at whose house he stopped after 
his rencontre, since the days of William the Conqueror. 

Upon all and each of these weighty reasons he 
charged Frank with being accessory to the felony com- 
mitted upon his person; he, the said declarant, then 
traveling in the special employment of Government, 
and having charge of certain important papers, and also 
a large sum in specie, to be paid over, according to his 
instructions, to certain persons of official trust and im- 
portance in Scotland. 

Having heard this extraordinary accusation, Frank 
replied to it, that the circumstances on which it was 
founded were such as could warrant no justice or magis- 



44 ROB ROY. 

trate in any attempt on his personal liberty. He ad- 
mitted that he had practised a little upon the terrors 
of Mr. Morris, while they traveled together, but in 
such trifling particulars as could have excited appre- 
hension in no one who was one whit less timorous and 
jealous than himself. But he added that he had never 
seen him since they parted, and if that which Morris 
feared had really come upon him, he was in no wise 
accessory to an action so unworthy of his character 
and station in life. That one of the robbers was called 
Osbaldistone, or that such a name was mentioned in the 
course of the conversation betwixt them, was a trifling 
circumstance, to which no w^eight was due. And con- 
cerning the disaffection alleged against him, he was 
willing to prove, to the satisfaction of the Justice, the 
clerk, and even the witness himself, that he was of the 
same persuasion as his friend the dissenting clergyman; 
had been educated as a good subject in the principles 
of the Eevolution, and as such now demanded the per- 
sonal protection of the laws which had been assured by 
that great event. 

The Justice fidgeted, took snuff, and seemed consid- 
erably embarrassed, while Mr. Attorney Jobson, with 
all the volubility of his profession, ran over the statute 
of the 34 Edward III, by which justices of the peace 
are allowed to arrest all those whom they find by indict- 
ment or suspicion, and to put them into prison. The 
rogue even turned Frank's own admissions against him, 
alleging " that since he had confessedly, upon his own 
showing, assumed the bearing or deportment of a rob- 
ber or malefactor, he had voluntarily subjected him- 
self to the suspicions of which he complained, and 



ROB ROY. 45 

brought himself within the compass of the act, havings 
willfully clothed his conduct with all the color and 
livery of guilt.'*' 

Frank combated both his arguments and his jar- 
gon with much indignation and scorn, and observed, 
" That he should, if necessary, produce the bail of his 
relations, which he conceived could not be "refused, 
without subjecting the magistrate in a misdemeanor." 

" Pardon me, my good sir — pardon me," said the 
insatiable clerk; " this is a case in which neither bail 
nor mainprize can be received, the felon who is liable 
to be committed on heavy grounds of suspicion not 
being replevisable imder the statute of the 3d of King 
Edward, there being in that act an express excep- 
tion of such as be charged of commandment, of force, 
and aid of felony done," and he hinted that his 
worship would do well to remember that such were 
in no way replevisable by common writ, nor without 
writ. 

At this period of the conversation a servant entered 
and delivered a letter to Mr." Jobson. He had no sooner 
run it hastily over than he exclaimed, with the air of 
one who wished to appear much vexed at the inter- 
ruption, and felt the consequence attached to a man 
of multifarious avocations: " Good God! why, at this 
rate, I shall have neither time to attend to the public 
concerns nor my own — no rest — no quiet — I wish to 
Heaven another gentleman in our line would settle 
here! " 

" God forbid! " said the Justice in a tone of sotto- 
voce deprecation; " some of us have enough of one of 
the tribe." 



46 ROB ROY. 

" This is a matter of life and death, if your worship 
pleases." 

" In God's name! no more justice business, I hope," 
said the alarmed magistrate. 

" No — no," replied Mr. Jobson, very consequen- 
tially; " old Gaffer Eutledge of Grimes' s-hill is sub- 
poena'd for the next world; he has sent an express for 
Dr. Kill-down to put in bail — another for me to ar- 
range his worldly affairs." 

" Away with you, then," said Mr. Inglewood 
hastily; " his may not be a replevisable case under 
the statute, you know, or Mr. Justice's Death may 
not like the doctor for a main pernor, or bails- 
man." 

" And yet," said Jobson, lingering as he moved to- 
wards the door, " if my presence here be necessary — I 
could make out the warrant for committal in a moment, 
and the constable is below. And you have heard," he 

said, lowering his voice, " Mr. Eashleigh's opinion " 

the rest was lost in a whisper. 

The Justice replied aloud: " I tell thee no, man, no 
— we'll do naught till thou return, man; 'tis but a four- 
mile ride. Come, push the bottle, Mr. Morris — don't 
be cast down, Mr. Osbaldistone. And you, my rose of 
the wilderness, one cup of claret to refresh the bloom 
of your cheeks." 

Diana started, as if from a reverie, in which she ap- 
peared to have been plunged during this discussion. 
" No, Justice — I should be afraid of transferring the 
bloom to a part of my face where it would show to lit- 
tle advantage, but I will pledge you in a cooler bev- 
erage," and filling a glass with water she drank it has- 



ROB ROY. 47 

tily, while her hurried manner belied her assumed 
gayety. 

At this moment a servant, opening the door, an- 
nounced " a strange gentleman to wait upon his Hon- 
or," and the party whom he thus described entered the 
room without further ceremony. 



CHAPTER VII. 

One of the thieves come back again ! I'll stand close. 
He dares not wrong me now, so near the house, 
And call in vain 'tis, till I see him offer it. 

The Widow. >• 

" A stkanger! " echoed the Justice; " not upon 
business, I trust, for I'll be " 

His protestation was cut short by the answer of the 
man himself. " My business is of a nature somewhat 
onerous and particular," said Frank's acquaintance, Mr. 
Campbell — for it was he, the very Scotchman whom he 
had seen at Northallerton — " and I must solicit your 
Honor to give instant and heedful consideration to it. 
I believe, Mr. Morris," he added, fixing his eye on that 
person with a look of peculiar firmness and almost 
ferocity, " I believe ye ken brawly what I am — I believe 
ye can not have forgotten what passed at our last meet- 
ing on the road?" Morris's jaw dropped, his counte- 
nance became the color of tallow, his teeth chattered, 
and he gave visible signs of the utmost consternation. 
" Take heart of grace, man," said Campbell, " and dinna 
sit clattering your jaws there like a pair of castanets! 
I think there can be nae difficulty in your telling Mr. 
Justice that ye have seen me of yore, and ken me to be 
a cavalier of fortune and a man of honor. Ye ken 
fu' wcel ye will be some time resident in my vicinity, 
48 



ROB ROY. 49 

when I may have the power, as I will possess the in- 
clination, to do you as good a turn." 

" Sir — sir — I believe you to be a man of honor, 
and, as ^you say, a man of fortune. Yes, Mr. Ingle- 
wood," he added, clearing his voice, " I really believe 
this gentleman to be so." 

" And what are this gentleman's commands with 
me? " said the Justice, somewhat peevishly. " One man 
introduces another, like the rhymes in the * house that 
Jack built,' and I get company without either peace or 
conversation! " 

" Both shall be yours, sir," answered Campbell, " in 
a brief period of time. I come to release your mind 
from a piece of troublesome duty, not to make incre- 
ment to it." 

"Body o' me! then you are welcome as ever Scot 
was to England, and that's not saying much. But get 
on, man — let's hear what you have got to say at once." 

" I presume this gentleman," continued the North 
Briton, " told you there was a person of the name of 
Campbell with him when he had the mischance to lose 
his valise? " 

" He has not mentioned such a name, from begin- 
ning to f!bdA)f the matter," said the Justice. 

" Ah, I conceive — I conceive," replied Mr. Camp- 
bell ; " Mr. Morris was kindly af eared of committing a 
stranger into collision wi' the judicial forms of the 
country; but as I understand my evidence is necessary 
to the compurgation of one honest gentleman here, Mr. 
Francis Osbaldi stone, wha has been most unjustly sus- 
pected, I will dispense with the precaution. Ye will 
therefore " (he added, addressing Morris with the same 



50 ROB ROY. 

determined look and accent) " please tell Mr. Justice 
Inglewood whether we did not travel several miles to- 
gether on the road, in consequence of your own anxious 
request and suggestion, reiterated ance and again, baith 
on the evening that we were at Northallerton, and there 
declined by me, but afterwards accepted, when I over- 
took ye on the road near Cloberry Allers, and was pre- 
vailed on by you to resign my ain intention of proceed- 
ing to Eothbury; and, for my misfortune, to accompany' 
you on your proposed route." 

" It's a melancholy truth,'' answered Morris, holding 
down his head as he gave this general assent to the 
long and leading question which Campbell put to him, 
and seemed to acquiesce in the statement it contained 
with rueful docility. 

" And I presume you also asseverate to his Wor- 
ship that no man is better qualified than I am to bear 
testimony in this case, seeing that I was by you, and 
near you constantly during the whole occurrence." 

" No man better qualified, certainly," said Morris, 
with a deep and embarrassed sigh. 

" And why the devil did you not assist him, then," 
said the Justice, since, by Mr. Morris's account, there 
were but two robbers; so you were two to two, and you 
are both stout, likely men? " 

" Sir, if it please your Worship," said Campbell, 
" I have been all my life a man of peace and quietness, 
noways given to broils or batteries. Mr. Morris, who 
belongs, as I understand, or hath belonged, to his Maj- 
esty's army, might have used liis pleasure in "resistance, 
he traveling, as I also understand, with a great charge 
of treasure; but for me, who had but my own small 



ROB ROY. 51 

peculiar to defend, and who am, moreover, a man of 
a pacific occupation, I was unwilling to commit myself 
to hazard in the matter/' 

As he uttered these words there was a singular con- 
trast between the strong, daring sternness expressed in 
his harsh features, and the air of composed meekness 
and simplicity which his language assumed. There 
was even a slight ironical smile lurking about the cor- 
ners of his mouth, which seemed, involuntarily as it 
were, to intimate his disdain of the quiet and peaceful 
character which he thought proper to assume, and 
which led Frank to entertain strange suspicions that 
his concern in the violence done to Morris had been 
something very different from that of a fellow-sufferer, 
or even of a mere spectator. 

Perhaps some suspicions crossed the Justice's mind 
at the moment, for he exclaimed, as if by way of ejacu- 
lation, " Body o' me! but this is a strange story." 

The Xorth Briton seemed to guess at what was pass- 
ing in his mind, for he went on, with a change of man- 
ner and tone, dismissing from his countenance some 
part of ikfe hypocritical affectation of humility which 
had made him obnoxious to suspicion, and saying, wdth 
a more frank and unconstrained air: " To say the truth, 
I am just ane o' those canny folks wha care not to fight 
but when they hae gotten something to fight for, which 
did not chance to be my predicament when I fell in 
wi' these loons. But that your Worship may know 
that I am a person of good fame and character, please 
to cast your eye over that billet." 

Mr. Inglewood took the paper from his hand, and 
read half aloud: "These are to certify that the bearer, 



52 ROB ROY. 

Kobert Campbell of — of some place which I can not 
pronounce," interjected the Justice — " is a person of 
good lineage and peaceable demeanor, traveling to- 
wards England on his own proper affairs, etc. Given 
under our hand, at our Castle of Inver — Invera — rara — 
Aegyle." 

"A slight testimonial, sir, which I thought fit to 
impetrate from that worthy nobleman " (here he raised 
his hand to his head, as if to touch his hat), " MacCal- 
lum More." 

" MacCallum who, sir?" said the Justice. 

" Whom the Southern call the Duke of Argyle." 

" I know the Duke of Argyie very well to be a no- 
bleman of great worth and distinction, and a true lover 
of his country. I was one of those who stood by him 
in 1714, when he unhorsed tlie Duke of Marlborough 
out of his command. I wish we had more noblemen 
like him. He was an honest Tory in those days, and 
hand and glove with Ormond. And he has acceded to 
the present Government, as I have done myself, for 
the peace and quiet of his country, for I can not pre- 
sume that great man to have been actuated, as violent 
folks pretend, with the fear of losing his places and 
regiment. His testimonial, as you call it, Mr. Camp- 
bell, is perfectly satisfactory; and now what have you 
got to say to this matter of the robbery? " 

" Briefly this, if it please your Worship : that Mr. 
Morris might as weel charge it against the babe yet to 
be born, or against myself even, as against this young 
gentleman, Mr. Osbaldistone, for I am not only free to 
depone that the person whom we took for him was a 
shorter man, and a thicker man, but also, for I chanced 



ROB ROY. 53 

to obtain a glisk of his visage, as his fause-face slipped 
aside, that he was a man of other features and com- 
plexion than those of this young gentleman, Mr. Os- 
baldistone. And I believe," he added, turning round 
witli a natural yet somewhat sterner air to Mr. Morris, 
" that the gentleman will allow I had better opportunity 
to take cognizance wha were present on that occasion 
than he, being, I believe, much the cooler o' the twa." 

" I agree to it, sir — I agree to it perfectly," said 
Morris, shrinking back as Campbell moved his chair 
towards him to fortify his appeal, " and I incline, sir," 
he added, addressing Mr. Inglewood, " to retract my 
information as to Mr. Osbaldistone; and I request, sir, 
you will permit him, sir, to go about his business, and 
me to go about mine also; your Worship may have busi- 
ness to settle with Mr. Campbell, and I am rather in 
haste to be gone." 

^^ Then, there go the declarations," said the Justice, 
throwing them into the fire. " And now you are at 
perfect liberh^, Mr. Osbaldistone. And you, Mr. Mor- 
ris, are set quite at your ease." 

" Ay," said Campbell, eying Morris as he assented 
with a rueful grin to the Justice's observations, " much 
like the ease of a tod under a pair of harrows. But fear 
nothing, Mr. Morris, you and I maun leave the house 
thegither. I will see you safe — I hope you will not 
doubt my honor, when I say sae — to the next high- 
way, and then we part company, and if we do not meet 
as friends in Scotland it will be your ain fault." 

With such a lingering look of terror as the con- 
demned criminal throws when he is informed that the 
cart awaits him, Morris arose, but when on his legs ap- 
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54 ROB ROY. 

peared to hesitate. " I tell thee, man, fear nothing/^ 
reiterated Campbell; '' I will keep my word with you. 
Why, thou sheep's heart, how do ye ken but we may 
pick up some speerings of your valise, if ye will be 
amenable to gude counsel? Our horses are ready. Bid 
the Justice fareweel, man, and show your Southern 
breeding.^^ 

Morris, thus exhorted and encouraged, took . his 
leave, under the escort of Mr. Campbell; but, appar- 
ently, new scruples and terrors had struck him before 
they left the house, for Campbell could be heard reit- 
erating assurances of safety and protection as they left 
the ante-room. " By the soul of my body, man, thou'rt 
as safe as in thy father's kailyard. Zounds! that a 
chield wi' sic a black beard should nae hae mair heart 
than a hen-partridge! Come on wi' ye, like a frank fal- 
low, anes and for aye.'' 

The voices died away, and the subsequent trampling 
of their horses announced that they had left the man- 
sion of Justice Ingiewood. 

Miss Vernon and Frank soon took their leave also, 
after having partaken of a slight repast prepared for 
them in the ante-room. This was supplemented after 
their ride back to Osbaldistone Hall by dinner, which 
Miss Vernon ordered served in the library. Observing 
Frank's eyes wandering about the room, over the dusty 
book-shelves, tattered tapestry, the huge and clumsy 
yet tottering tables, desks, and chairs, Diana said: 

" You think this place somewhat disconsolate, I 
suppose? but to me it seems like a little paradise, for I 
call it my own and fear no intrusion. Rashleigh was 
joint proprietor with me, while we were friends." 



ROB ROY. 56 

"And are you no longer so?" was Frank's natural 
question. 

" We are still allies/' she continued, " bound, like 
other confederate powers, by circumstances of mutual 
interest; but I am afraid, as will happen in other cases, 
the treaty of alliance has survived the amicable dispo- 
sitions in which it had its origin. At any rate, we live 
less together, and when he comes through that door 
there 1 vanish through this door here; and so, having 
made the discovery that we two were one too many for 
this apartment, as large as it seems, Eashleigh, whose 
occasions frequently call him elsewhere, has generously 
made a cession of his rights in my favor, so that I now 
endeavor to prosecute alone the studies in which he 
used formerly to be my guide." 

" And what are those studies, if I may presume to 
ask? " 

" Indeed you may, without the least fear of seeing 
my forefinger raised to my chin as a sign of prohibition. 
Science and history are my principal favorites, but I 
also study poetry and the classics." 

" And the classics? Do you read them in the origi- 
nal?" 

" Unquestionably. Eashleigh, who is no contempti- 
ble scholar, taught me Greek and Latin, as well as 
most of the languages of modern Europe. I assure you 
there has been some pains taken in my education, al- 
though I can neither sew a tucker, nor work cross-stitch, 
nor make a pudding, nor — as the vicar's fat wife, with 
as much truth as elegance, good-will, and politeness, 
was pleased to say in my behalf — do any other useful 
thing in the varsal world." 



56 *IiOB ROY. 

" And was this selection of studies Rashleigh's 
choice, or your own, Miss Vernon? " 

" Um! " said she, as if hesitating to answer the ques- 
tion, " it's not worth while lifting my finger about, 
after all. Why, partly his and partly mine. As I 
learned out of doors to ride a horse, and bridle and 
saddle him in case of necessity, and to clear a five-barred 
gate, and fire a gun without winking, and all other of 
those masculine accomplishments that my brute cousins 
run mad after, I wanted, like my rational cousin, to 
read Greek and Latin within doors, and make my com- 
plete approach to the tree of knowledge, which you men 
scholars would engross to yourselves, in revenge, I sup- 
pose, for our common mother's share in the great origi- 
nal transgression.'' 

" And Rashleigh indulged your propensity to learn- 
ing? " 

" Why, he wished to have me for his scholar, and 
he could but teach me that which he knew himself — 
he was not likely to instruct me in the mysteries of 
washing lace-ruffles, or hemming cambric handkerchiefs, 
I suppose." 

" I admit the temptation of getting such a scholar, 
and have no doubt that it made a weighty consideration 
on the tutor's part." 

" Oh, if you begin to investigate Eashleigh's motives, 
my finger touches my chin once more. I can only be 
frank where my own are inquired into. But to resume, 
he has resigned the library in my favor, and never enters 
without leave had and obtained; and so I have taken the 
liberty to make it the place of deposit for some of my own 
goods and chattels, as you may see by looking round you." 



ROB ROY. 57 

^^ I beg pardon, Miss Vernon, but I really see noth- 
ing around these walls which I can distinguish as likely 
to claim you as mistress/' 

" That is, I suppose, because you neither see a shep- 
herd or shepherdess wrought in worsted and handsomely 
framed in black ebony, or a stuffed parrot, or a breeding- 
cage full of canary birds, or a housewife-case broidered 
with tarnished silver, or a toilet-table with a nest of ja- 
panned boxes, with as many angles as Christmas minced- 
pies, or a broken-backed spinet, or a lute with three 
strings, or rock-work, or shell-work, or needle-work, or 
work of any kind, or a lap-dog with a litter of blind pup- 
pies — none of these treasures do I possess,^' she contin- 
ued, after a pause in order to recover the breath she had 
lost in enumerating them. " But there stands the 
sword of my ancestor Sir Richard Vernon, slain at 
Shrewsbury, and sorely slandered by a sad fellow called 
Will Shakspeare, whose Lancastrian partialities, and a 
certain knack at embodying them, has turned history 
upside down, or rather inside out, and by that redoubted 
Aveapon hangs the mail of the still older Vernon, squire 
to the Black Prince, whose fate is the reverse of his 
descendant's, since he is more indebted to the bard who 
took the trouble to celebrate him for good will than for 
talents: 

Araiddes the route you may discern one 
Brave knight, with pipes on shield, ycleped Vernon ; 
Like a borne fiend along the plain he thundered, 
Prest to be carving throtes, while others plundered. 

Then there is a model of a new martingale, which I 
invented myself — a great improvement on the Duke of 
Newcastle's — and there are the hood and bells of my 



58 ROB ROY. 

falcon Cheviot, who spitted himself on a heron's hill 
at Horsely-moss — poor Cheviot, there is not a bird on 
the perches below, but are kites and riflers compared to 
him; and there is my own light fowling-piece, with an 
improved firelock; with twenty other treasures, each 
more valuable than another. And there, that speaks 
for itself." 

She pointed to the carved oak frame of a full-length 
portrait by Vandyke, on which were inscribed, in Gothic 
letters, the words Vernon semper viret. Frank looked 
at her for explanation. " Do you not know," said she, 
with some surprise, " our motto — the Vernon motto, 
where, 

Like the solemn vice iniquity, 

We moralize two meanings in one word 1 

And do you not know our cognizance, the pipes? " 
pointing to the armorial bearings sculptured on the 
oaken scutcheon, around which the legend was dis- 
played. 

" Pipes ! they look more like penny whistles. But 
pray do not be angry with my ignorance," he continued, 
observing the color mount to her cheeks. " I can mean 
no affront to your armorial bearings, for I do not even 
know my own." 

"You an Osbaldistone, and confess so much!" 
she exclaimed. " Why, Percie, Thornie, John, Dickon, 
— Wilfred himself, might be your instructor. Even ig- 
norance itself is a plummet over you." 

" With shame I confess it, my dear Miss Vernon, 
the mysteries couched under the grim hieroglyphics of 
heraldry are to me as unintelligible as those of the pyra- 
mids of Egypt." 



ROB' ROY. 59 

"What! is it possible? Why, even my uncle reads 
Gwillym sometimes of a winter night. Not know the 
figures of heraldry! — of what could your father be 
thinking?" 

" Of the figures of arithmetic/' Frank answered; 
" the most insignificant unit of which he holds more 
highly than all the blazonry of chivalry. But though 
I am ignorant to this inexpressible degree, I have 
knowledge and taste enough to admire that splendid 
picture, in which I think I can discover a family like- 
ness to you. What ease and dignity in the attitude I — 
what richness of coloring — what breadth and depth of 
shade!" 

" Is it really a fine painting? " she asked. 

" I have seen many works of the renowned artist," 
he replied, " but never beheld one more to my lik- 
ing." 

" Well, I know as little of pictures as you do of 
heraldry," replied Miss Vernon; " yet I have the ad- 
vantage of you, because I have always admired the 
painting without understanding its value." 

" While I have neglected pipes and tabors, and all 
the whimsical combinations of chivalry, still I am in- 
formed that they floated in the fields of ancient fame. 
But you will allow their exterior appearance is not so 
peculiarly interesting to the uninformed spectator as 
that fine painting. Who is the person here repre- 
sented? " 

" My grandfather. He shared the misfortunes of 
Charles I, and, I am sorry to add, the excesses of his 
son. Our patrimonial estate was greatly impaired by 
his prodigality, and was altogether lost by his successor, 



60 ROB ROY. 

my unfortunate father. But peace be with them who 
have got it! — it was lost in the cause of loyalty." 

" Your father, I presume, suffered in the political 
dissensions of the j)eriod? " 

" He did, indeed; he lost his all. And hence is 
his child a dependent orphan — eating the bread of 
others — subjected to their caprices, and compelled to 
study their inclinations; yet prouder of having had 
such a father than if, playing a more prudent but less 
upright part, he had left me possessor of all the rich 
and fair baronies which his family once possessed.'^ 

As she thus spoke the entrance of the servants with 
dinner cut off all conversation but that of a general 
nature. 

When the hasty meal was concluded, and the wine 
placed on the table, the domestic informed them " that 
Mr. Eashleigh had desired to be told when our dinner 
was removed." 

" Tell him," said Miss Vernon, " we shall be happy 
to see him if he will step this way — place another wine- 
glass and chair, and leave the room. You must retire 
with him when he goes away," she continued, address- 
ing herself to Frank; " even my liberality cannot spare 
a gentleman above eight hours out of the twenty-four, 
and I think we have been together for at least that 
length of time." 

" The old scythe-man has moved so rapidty," he an- 
swered, " that I could not count his strides." 

" Hush ! " said Miss Vernon, " here comes Eash- 
leigh." 



CHAPTER VIII. 

A MODEST tap at the door — a gentle manner of open- 
ing when invited to enter — a studied softness and 
humility of step and deportment, announced the ap- 
proach of Kashleigh Osbaldi stone. " Why should you 
use the ceremony of knocking/' said Miss Vernon, 
" when you knew that I was not alone ? " 

This was spoken with a burst of impatience, as if 
she had felt that Rashleigh's air of caution and reserve 
covered some insinuation of impertinent suspicion. 
" You have taught me the form of knocking at this door 
so perfectly, my fair cousin,'' answered Rashleigh, with- 
out change of voice or manner, " that habit has become 
a second nature." 

" I prize sincerity more than courtesy, sir, and you 
know I do," was Miss Vernon's reply. 

" Courtesy is a gallant gay, a courtier by name and 
by profession," replied Rashleigh, " and therefore most 
fit for a lady's bower." 

" But Sincerity is the true knight," retorted Miss 
Vernon, ^' and therefore much more welcome, cousin. 
But to end a debate not over-amusing to your stranger 
kinsman, sit down, Rashleigh, and give Mr. Francis Os- 
baldistone your countenance to his glass of wine. I 

61 



e2 ROB ROY. 

have done the honors of the dinner, for the credit of Os- 
baldistone Hall." 

Eashleigh sat down, and filled his glass, glancing 
his eye from Diana to Frank, with an embarrassment 
which his utmost efforts could not entirely disguise. 
He appeared to be uncertain concerning the extent of 
confidence she might have reposed in Frank, who has- 
tened to lead the conversation into a channel which 
should sweep away any suspicion that Diana might have 
betrayed any secrets which rested between them. " Mr. 
Eashleigh," he said, ^' Miss Vernon has recommended 
me to return my thanks to you for my speedy disengage- 
ment from the ridiculous accusation of Morris; and, un- 
justly fearing my gratitude might not be warm enough 
to remind me of this duty, she has put my curiosity on 
its side, by referring me to you for an account, or rather 
explanation, of the events of the day." 

" Indeed," answered Eashleigh; " I should have 
thought " (looking keenly at Miss Vernon) " that the 
lady herself might have stood interpreter "; and his eye, 
reverting from her face, sought Frank's, as if to search, 
from the expression of his features, whether Diana's com- 
munication had been as narrowly limited as his words 
had intimated. Miss Vernon retorted his inquisitorial 
glance with one of decided scorn; while Frank, uncer- 
tain whether to deprecate or resent his obvious suspicion, 
replied: " If it is your pleasure, Mr. Eashleigh, as it has 
been Miss Vernon's, to leave me in ignorance, I must 
necessarily submit; but, pray, do not withhold your in- 
formation from me on the ground of imagining that I 
have already obtained any on the subject. For I tell 
you, as a man of honor, I am as ignorant as that pic- 



ROB ROY. 03 

ture of anything relating to the events I have witnessed 
to-day, excepting that 1 understand from Miss Vernon 
that you have been kindly active in my favor." 

'' Miss Vernon has overrated my humble efforts," 
said Rashleigh, '^ though I claim full credit for my zeal. 
The truth is, that as I galloped back to get some one of 
our family to join me in becoming your bail, which was 
the most obvious, or, indeed, I may say, the only way of 
serving you which occurred to my stupidity, I met the 
man Cawmil — Colville — Campbell, or whatsoever they 
call him. I had understood from Morris that he was 
present when the robbery took place, and had the good 
fortune to prevail on him (with some difficulty, I confess) 
to tender his evidence in your exculpation — which I pre- 
sume was the means of your being released from an un- 
pleasant situation." 

"Indeed? I am much your debtor for procuring 
such a seasonable evidence in my behalf. But I can 
not see why (having been, as he said, a fellow-sufferer 
with Morris) it should have required much trouble 
to persuade him to step forth and bear evidence, 
whether to convict the actual robber, or free an innocent 
person." 

" You do not know the genius of that man's coun- 
try," answered Eashleigh — " discretion, prudence, and 
foresight, are their leading qualities; these are only 
modified by a narrow-spirited but yet ardent patriotism, 
which forms as it w^ere the outmost of the concentric 
bulwarks with which a Scotchman fortifies himself 
against all the attacks of a generous philanthropical 
principle. Surmount this mound, you find an inner and 
still dearer barrier — the love of his province, his village^ 



64 ROB ROY. 

or, most probably, his clan; storm this second obstacle, 
you have a third — his attachment to his own family^- 
his father, mother, sons, daughters, uncles, aunts, and 
cousins, to the ninth generation. It is within these 
limits that a Scotchman's social affection expands itself, 
never reaching those which are outermost, till all means 
of discharging itself in the interior circles have been 
exhausted. It is within these circles that his heart 
throbs, each pulsation being fainter and fainter, till, be- 
yond the widest boundary, it is almost unfelt. And 
what is worst of all, could you surmount all these con- 
centric outworks, you have an inner citadel, deeper, 
higher, and more efficient than them all — a Scotchman's 
love for himself." 

" All this is extremely eloquent and metaphorical, 
Rashleigh," said Miss Yernon, who listened with unre- 
pressed impatience; " there are only two objections to 
it: first, it is not true; secondly, if true, it is nothing 
to the purpose." 

" It is true, my fairest Diana," returned Rashleigh; 
^' and, moreover, it is most instantly to the purpose. It 
is true, because you can not deny that I know the country 
and people intimately, and the character is drawn from 
deep and accurate considerations; and it is to the pur- 
pose, because it answers Mr. Francis Osbaldistone's ques- 
tion, and shows why this same wary Scotchman, consid- 
ering our kinsman to be neither his countr3^man, nor a 
Campbell, nor his cousin in any of the inextricable com- 
binations by which they extend their pedigree; and, 
above all, seeing no prospect of personal advantage, but, 
on the contrary, much hazard of loss of time and delay 
of business " 



ROB ROY. 65 

" With other inconveniences, perhaps, of a nature 
yet more formidable," interrupted Miss Vernon. 

" Of which, doubtless, there might be many," said 
Eashleigh, continuing in the same tone — "In short, my 
theory shows why this man, hoping for no advantage, 
and afraid of some inconvenience, might require a degree 
of persuasion ere he could be prevailed on to give his 
testimony in favor of Mr. Osbaldistone." 

" It seems surprising to me," Frank observed, " that 
during the glance I cast over the declaration, or what- 
ever it is termed, of Mr. Morris, he should never have 
mentioned that Campbell was in his company when he 
met the marauders." 

" I understood from Campbell that he had taken 
his solemn promise not to mention that circumstance," 
replied Kashleigh; "his reason for exacting such an en- 
gagement you may guess from what I have hinted — he 
wished to get back to his own country, undelayed and 
unembarrassed by any of the judicial inquiries which 
he would have been under the necessity of attending, 
had the fact of his being present at the robbery taken 
air while he was on this side of the Border. But 
let him once be as distant as the Forth, Morris will, 
I warrant you, come forth with all he knows about 
him, and, it may be, a good deal more. Besides, Camp- 
bell is a very extensive dealer in cattle, and has often 
tlie occasion to send great droves into Xorthumber- 
land; and, when driving such a trade, he would be 
a great fool to embroil himself with our Xorthum- 
brian thieves, than whom no men who live are more vin- 
dictive." 

" I dare be sworn of that," said Miss Vernon, with 



ee ROB ROY. 

a tone which implied something more than a simple ac- 
quiescence in the proposition. 

" Still/' said Frank, resuming the subject, " allowing 
the force of the reasons which Campbell might have for 
desiring that Morris should be silent with regard to his 
promise when the robbery was committed, I can not yet 
see how he could attain such an influence over the man 
as to make him suppress his evidence in that particular, 
at the manifest risk of subjecting his story to discredit." 

Eashleigh agreed with him that it was very extraor- 
dinary, and seemed to regret that he had not questioned 
the Scotchman more closely on that subject, which he 
allowed looked extremely mysterious. " But," he asked, 
immediately after this acquiescence, " are you very sure 
the circumstance of Morris's being accompanied by 
Campbell is really not alluded to in his examination? '' 

" I read the paper over hastily," said Frank; " but it 
is my strong impression that no such circumstance is 
mentioned; at least, it must have been touched on very 
slightly, since it failed to catch my attention." 

" True, true," answered Eashleigh, " I incline to 
think, with you, that the circumstance must in reality 
have been mentioned, but so slightly that it failed to at- 
tract your attention. And then, as to Campbell's inter- 
est with Morris, I incline to suppose that it must have 
been gained by playing upon his fears. This chicken- 
hearted fellow, Morris, is bound, I understand, for Scot- 
land, destined for some little employment under Gov- 
ernment; and, possessing the courage of the wrathful 
dove, or most magnanimous mouse, he may have been 
afraid to encounter the ill-will of such a kill-cow as 
Campbell, whose very appearance would be enough to 



ROB ROY. 67 

frighten him out of his little wits. You observed tliat 
^Ir. Campbell has at times a keen and animated man- 
ner — something of a martial cast in his tone and bear- 
ing/'' 

" I own/' Frank replied, " that his expression struck 
me as being occasionally fierce and sinister, and little 
adapted to his peaceable professions. Has he served in 
the arm}^ ? " 

" Yes — no — not, strictly speaking, served; but he has 
been, I believe, like most of his countrymen, trained to 
arms. Indeed, among the hills, they carry them from 
bovhood to the o^rave. So, if vou know anvthino^ of 
your fellow-traveler, you will easily judge that, going 
to such a country, he will take care to avoid a quarrel, 
if he can help it, with any of the natives. But, come, I 
see you decline your wine — and I too am a degenerate 
Osbaldistone, so far as respects the circulation of the 
bottle. If you will go to my room, I will hold you a 
hand at piquet." 

They rose to take leave of Miss Vernon, who had 
from time to time suppressed, apparently with difficulty, 
a strong temptation to break in upon Eashleigh's de- 
tails. As they were about to leave the room, the smoth- 
ered fire broke forth. 

" Mr. Osbaldistone," she said, " your own observation 
will enable you to verify the justice, or injustice, of Rash- 
leigh's suggestions concerning such individuals as Mr. 
Campbell and Mr. Morris. But, in slandering Scotland, 
he has borne false witness against a whole country; and 
I request you will allow no weight to his evidence." 

" Perhaps," Frank answered, " I may find it some- 
what difficult to obey your injunction. Miss Vernon; 



68 ROB ROY. 

for I must own I was brought up with no favorable 
idea of our northern neighbors." 

" Distrust that part of your education, sir/' she re- 
plied, " and let the daughter of a Scotchwoman pray 
you to respect the land which gave her parent birth, 
until your own observation has proved them to be un- 
worthy of your good opinion. Preserve your hatred and 
contempt for dissimulation, baseness, and falsehood, 
wheresoever they are to be met with. You will find 
enough of all without leaving England. — Adieu, gentle- 
men, I wish you good-evening." 

And she signed to the door, with the manner of a 
princess dismissing her train. 

They retired to Eashleigh's apartment, where the 
remainder of the evening was spent in the fascinations 
of the game of piquet. 



CHAPTER IX. 

"What gars ye gaunt, my merry men a'! 

What gars yc look sae dreary ? 
What gars ye hing your head sae sair, 

In the castle of Balwearie ? 

Old Scotch Ballad. 

The next morning was Sunday, and after the formal 
religious service, which all the family regularly attended, 
Eashleigh and Frank were left alone in the old dining- 
hall. The conversation was upon Rashleigh's approach- 
ing change of residence from Osbaldistone Hall to Lon- 
don, where he was to assume the position in the mercan- 
tile house of Osbaldistone and Tresham, which Frank 
by his obstinacy had forfeited. To Eashleigh, desiring 
to know something of his uncle, whom he was to meet 
so soon, Frank described his father in the following 
words: 

^' Well, then, you will find in my father a man who 
has followed the paths of thriving more for the exercise 
they afforded to his talents than for the love of the gold 
with which they are strewed. His active mind would 
have been happy in any situation which gave it scope for 
exertion, though that exertion had been its sole reward. 
But his wealth has accumulated, because, moderate and 
frugal in his habits, no new sources of expense have 
occurred to dispose of his increasing income. He is a 
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70 KOB ROY. 

man who hates dissimulation in others, never practices 
it himself; and is peculiarly alert in discovering motives 
through the coloring of language. Himself silent by 
habit, he is readily disgusted by great talkers; the rather, 
that the circumstances by which he is most interested 
afford no great scope for conversation. He is severely 
strict in the duties of religion; but you have no reason 
to fear his interference with yours, for he regards tolera- 
tion as a sacred principle of political economy. But if 
you have any Jacobitical partialities, as is naturally to be 
supposed, you will do well to suppress them in his pres- 
ence, as well as the least tendency to the highflying or 
Tory principles; for he holds both in utter detestation. 
For the rest, his word is his own bond, and must be the 
law of all who act under him. He will fail in his duty 
to no one, and will permit no one to fail toward him; 
to cultivate his favor you must execute his commands, 
instead of echoing his sentiments. His greatest failings 
arise out of prejudices connected with his own profes- 
sion, or rather his exclusive devotion to it, which makes 
him see little worthy of praise or attention, unless it be 
in some measure connected with commerce." 

" rare-painted portrait! " exclaimed Eashleigh, 
when Frank was silent — " Vandyke was a dauber to you, 
Frank. I see thy sire before me in all his strength and 
weakness; loving and honoring the King as a sort of 
lord mayor of the empire, or chief of the board of trade — 
venerating the Commons, for the acts regulating the ex- 
port trade — and respecting the Peers, because the Lord 
Chancellor sits on a woolsack." 

" Mine was a likeness, Eashleigh; yours is a carica- 
ture. But in return for the carte du pays which I have 



ROB ROY. 71 

unfolded to you, give me some lights on the geography 
of the unknown lands " 

" On which you are wrecked," said Rashleigh. " It 
is not worth while; it is no Isle of Calypso, umbrageous 
with shade and intricate with sylvan labyrinth — but a 
bare, ragged Xorthumbrian moor, with as little to in- 
terest curiosity as to delight the eye; you may descry it 
in all its nakedness in half an hour's survey, as well as if 
I were to lay it down before you by line and compass." 

^' Oh, but something there is, worthy a more atten- 
tive survey. What say you to Miss Vernon? Does not 
she form an interesting object in the landscape, were all 
round as rude as Iceland's coast ? " 

" I have known less of Miss Vernon," he said, " for 
some time, than I was wont to do formerly. In early 
age I was her tutor; but as she advanced toward woman- 
hood, my various avocations — the gravity of the profes- 
sion to which I was destined — the peculiar nature of 
her engagements — our mutual situation, in short, ren- 
dered a close and constant intimacy dangerous and im- 
proper. I believe Miss Vernon might consider my re- 
serve as unkindness, but it was my duty; I felt as much 
as she seemed to do, when compelled to give way to pru- 
dence. But where was the safety in cultivating an inti- 
macy with a beautiful and susceptible girl, whose heart 
you are aware must be given either to the cloister or to 
a betrothed husband?" 

"The cloister or a betrothed husband?" Frank 
echoed — " is that the alternative destined for Miss Ver- 
non?" 

" It is indeed," said Rashleigh, with a sigh. " I 
need not, I suppose, caution 3'ou against the danger of 



Y2 ROB ROY. 

cultivating too closely the friendship of Miss Vernon — 
you are a man of the world, and know how far you can 
indulge yourself in her society with safety to yourself 
and justice to her. But I warn you, that, considering 
her ardent temper, you must let your experience keep 
guard over her as well as yourself, for the specimen of 
yesterday may serve to show her extreme thoughtless- 
ness and the neglect of decorum." 

" The deuce take his insolence! " was Frank's in- 
ternal meditation. " Would he wish me to infer that 
Miss Vernon has fallen in love with that hatchet-face of 
his, and become degraded so low as to require his shyness 
to cure her of an imprudent passion? I will have his 
meaning from him if I should drag it out with cart- 
ropes." 

For this purpose he placed his temper under as 
accurate a guard as he could, and observed, " That, for a 
lady of her good sense and acquired accomplishments, 
it was to be regretted that Miss Vernon's manners were 
rather blunt and rustic." 

" Frank and unreserved, at least, to the extreme," 
replied Eashleigh; " yet, trust me, she has an excellent 
heart. To tell you the truth, should she continue her 
extreme aversion to the cloister, and to her destined 
husband, and should my own labors in the mine of Plu- 
tus promise to secure me a decent independence, I shall 
think of renewing our acquaintance and sharing it with 
Miss Vernon. But," continued he, as if thinking aloud, 
" I should not like to supplant Thorncliff ." 

" Supplant Thorncliff! Is your brother Thornciff," 
Frank inquired, with great surprise, " the destined hus- 
band of Diana Vernon?" 



ROB ROY. 73 

" Why, ay, her father's commands, and a certain 
family contract, destined her to marry one of Sir Ililde- 
brand's sons. A dispensation lias been obtained from 
Kome to Diana Vernon to marry Blank Osbaldistone, 
Esq., son of Sir Hildebrand Osbaldistone, of Osbaldi- 
stone Hall, Bart., and so forth; and it only remains to 
pitch upon the happy man whose name shall fill the gap 
in the manuscript. Now, as Percie is seldom sober, my 
father pitched on Thorncliff, as the second prop of the 
family, and therefore most proper to carry on the line 
of the Osbaldistones." 

" The young lady," said Frank, forcing himself to 
assume an air of pleasantry, " would perhaps have been 
inclined to look a little lower on the family-tree for 
the branch to which she was desirous of clinging." 

" I can not say," he replied. " There is room for 
little choice in our family: Dick is a gambler, John a 
boor, and Wilfred an ass. I believe my father really 
made the best selection for poor Die after all." 

" The present company," said Frank, '' being always 
excepted." 

" Oh, my destination to the church placed me out of 
the question; otherwise I will not affect to say that, 
qualified by my education both to instruct and guide 
Miss Vernon, I might not have been a more creditable 
choice than any of my elders." 

" And so thought the young lady, doubtless? " 

" You are not to suppose so," answered Rashleigh, 
with an affectation of denial which was contrived to 
convey the strongest affirmation the case admitted of; 
" friendship — only friendship — formed the tie betwixt 
us, and the tender affection of an opening mind to its 



74 ROB ROY. 

only instructor — Love came not near its — I told you I 
was wise in time." 

Frank felt little inclination to pursue this conversa- 
tion any further, and shaking himself clear of Eash- 
leigh, withdrew to his own apartment, which he trav- 
ersed with much vehemence of agitation, repeating aloud 
the expressions which had most offended him — " Sus- 
ceptible — ardent — tender affection — Love — Diana Ver- 
non, the most beautiful creature I ever beheld, in love 
with him, the bandy-legged, bull-necked, limping scoun- 
drel! Eichard the Third in all but his hump-back! — 
And yet the opportunities he must have had during his 
cursed course of lectures; and the fellow's flowing and 
easy strain of sentiment; and her extreme seclusion from 
every one who spoke and acted with common sense; ay, 
and her obvious pique at him, mixed with admiration of 
his talents, which looked as like the result of neglected 
attachment as anything else — Well, and what is it to 
me, that I should storm and rage at it ? Is Diana Vernon 
the first pretty girl that has loved and married an ugly 
fellow? And if she were free of every Osbaldistone of 
them, what concern is it of mine? — a Catholic — a Jaco- 
bite — termagant into the boot — for me to look that way 
were utter madness." 

By throwing such reflections on the flame of his dis- 
pleasure, he subdued it into a sort of smoldering heart- 
burning, and appeared at the dinner-table in as sulky a 
humor as could well be imagined. 

Miss Vernon heard him, with surprise, return un- 
gracious answers to one or two playful strokes of satire 
which she threw out with her usual freedom of speech; 
but, having no suspicion that ofi^ense was meant, she only 



ROB ROY. 75 

replied to his rude repartees with jests somewhat simi- 
lar, but polished by her good temper, though pointed 
by her wit. At length she perceived he was really 
out of humor, and answered one of his rude speeches 
thus : 

" They say, Mr. Frank, that one may gather sense 
from fools. — I heard Cousin Wilfred refuse to play any 
longer at cudgels the other day with Cousin Thornie, 
because Cousin Thornie got angry, and struck harder 
than the rules of amicable combat, it seems, permitted. 
* Were I to break your head in good earnest,' quoth hon- 
est Wilfred, ' I care not how angry you are, for I should 
do it so much the more easily-^but it's hard I should 
get raps over the costard, and only pay you back in 
make-believes.' Do you understand the moral of this, 
Frank?" 

'' I have never felt myself under the necessity, mad- 
am, of studying how to extract the slender portion of 
sense with which this family season their conversation." 

" ^Necessity '! and ' madam '! You surprise me, Mr. 
Osbaldistone." 

" I am unfortunate in doing so." 

" Am I to suppose that this capricious tone is seri- 
ous; or is it only assumed, to make your good humor 
more valuable ? " 

" You have a right to the attention of so many gen- 
tlemen in this family, !Miss Vernon, that it can not be 
worth your while to inquire into the cause of my stupid- 
ity and bad spirits." 

" What! " she said, " am I to understand, then, that 
you have deserted my faction, and gone over to the ene- 



76 ROB ROY. 

Then, looking across the table, and observing that 
Rashleigh, who was seated opposite, was watching them 
with a singular expression of interest on his harsh fea- 
tures, she continued: 

" ' Horrible thought ! — Ay, now I see 'tis true, 
For the grim-visaged Rashleigh smiles on me, 
And points at thee for his ! ' 

"Well, thank Heaven, and the unprotected state which 
has taught me endurance, I do not take offense easily; 
and that I may not be forced to quarrel, whether I like 
it or not, I have the honor,* earlier than usual, to wish 
you a happy digestion of your dinner and your bad 
humor.'* 

And she left the table accordingly. 

Thoroughly dissatisfied with his previous conduct, 
Frank, to drown his discomfiture, applied himself more 
frequently than was his wont to the wine which circu- 
lated around the table. The agitated state of his feelings 
combined with his usual habits of temperance to give 
rapid effect to the liquor. Flis spirits once aroused be- 
came extravagant; he talked a great deal, argued on 
what he knew nothing of; accepted several bets without 
the least judgment; challenged the giant John to wrestle 
with him, although he knew nothing of the art; and, at 
length, frantic at some real or supposed injurious in- 
sinuation, he struck Eashleigh with his fist, who re- 
ceived the insult with the highest degree of scorn. But 
what Rashleigh did not think worth while to resent, his 
hrother Thorncliff resented for him. Swords were 
drawn, and Frank and he exchanged one or two passes 
before the other brothers separated them by main force, 



ROB ROY. 77 

and unceremoniously carried the former to his apart- 
ment, where they secured him by locking the door. At 
length he threw himself on the bed, where he fell asleej:), 
amid vows of dire revenge to be taken on the ensuing 
day. 



CHAPTER X. 

Dire was his thought, who first in poison steeped 
The weapon formed for slaughter — direr his, 
And worthier of damnation, who instilled 
The mortal venom in the social cup. 
To fill the veins with death instead of life. 

Anonymous. 

But with the morning came cool repentance, and 
Frank felt in the keenest manner the violence and ah- 
surdity of his behavior of the night before. The rude- 
ness and nnkindness of his conduct to Miss Vernon 
added not a little to his disagreeable reflections, and for 
this he could not even plead the miserable excuse of in- 
toxication. 

Under all these aggravated feelings of shame and 
degradation he descended to the dining-hall for break- 
fast. His cousins were in a high state of glee as he en- 
tered, and were disposed to regard, what to him was a 
cause of serious pain, as an excellent jest, and his uncle 
attempted to console him in his rough and hearty man- 
ner. 

Frank had already settled in his own mind how he 
was to behave on this occasion and had schooled himself 
to believe that true honor consisted, not in defending, 
but in apologizing for an injury so much disproportioned 
to any provocation he might have to allege. According- 
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ROB ROY. 79 

ly, when Rashleigh entered the room he hastened to 
meet him and expressed his great sorrow at the violence 
with which he had acted on the previous evening. His 
apology was accepted with good grace, and it now only 
remained for him to seek an interview with Miss Vernon 
and win her forgiveness for his pettishness. Such a 
chance was afforded him when Diana addressed him as 
follows: 

" Cousin Francis," she said, " I have encountered 
this morning a difficult passage in the Divina Comme- 
dia of Dante; will you have the goodness to step to the 
library and give me your assistance? and when you have 
unearthed for me the meaning of the obscure Florentine, 
we will join the rest at Birkenwood-bank, and see their 
luck at unearthing the badger." 

He signified, of course, his readiness to wait upon 
her. Eashleigh made an offer to accompany them. " I 
am something better skilled," he said, " at tracking the 
sense of Dante through the metaphors and elisions of his 
wild and gloomy poem, than at hunting the poor, in- 
offensive hermit yonder out of his cave." 

" Pardon me, Rashleigh," said Miss Vernon, " but as 
you are to occupy Mr. Francis's place in the counting- 
house, you must surrender to him the charge of your 
pupil's education at Osbaldistone Hall. We shall call 
you in, however, if there is any occasion; so pray do not 
look so grave upon it. Besides, it is a shame to you not 
to understand field sports. What will you do should our 
uncle in Crane-Alley ask you the signs by which you 
track a badger? " 

" Ay, true, Die — true," said Sir Hildebrand, with a 
sigh, " I misdoubt Eashleigh will be found short at the 



80 ROB ROY. 

leap when he is put to the trial. An' he would ha' 
learned useful knowledge like his brothers; he was bred 
up where it grew, I wuss; but French antics, and book- 
learning, with the new turnips, and the rats, and the 
Hanoverians, ha' changed the world that I ha' known 
in Old England. But come along with us, Eashie, 
and carry my hunting-staff, man; thy cousin lacks 
none of thy company as now, and I wonna ha' Die 
crossed. It's ne'er be said there was but one woman 
in Osbaldistone Hall, and she died for lack of her 
will." 

So Eashleigh followed the hunters, while Miss Ver- 
non led the way to the library, accompanied by Frank. 
There she seated herself majestically in a huge elbow- 
chair, like a judge about to hear a cause of importance, 
signed to Frank to take a chair opposite to her, and en- 
tered upon conversation in a tone of bitter irony. In 
this strain she continued for some minutes, reproaching 
Frank without mercy for his breach of good conduct. 
Then, suddenly changing the subject, she demanded to 
know what Eashleigh had said concerning her that 
caused Frank to so change his manner toward her. At 
first Frank endeavored to evade the request, but was 
compelled at last to detail the story Eashleigh had told 
him, on the preceding day, of his association with Miss 
Vernon. Diana was much agitated by the report of 
their conversation; as Frank proceeded she grew more 
excited, and when he finished, broke forth into a ve- 
hement speech, disclosing fully Eashleigh's villainous 
character. But she forced herself to calmness, when 
Frank, catching some of 'her excitement, laid his hand 
on the hilt of his sword and was about to leave the 



ROB ROY. 81 

apartment in search of his cousin. Throwing herself 
between him and the door — 

"Stay!" she said — "stay! — however just your re- 
sentment, you do not know half the secrets of this fear- 
ful prison-house." She then glanced her eyes anxiously 
round the room, and sunk her voice almost to a whisper: 
" lie bears a charmed life; you can not assail him with- 
out endangering other lives, and wider destruction. 
Had it been otherwise, in some hour of Justice he had 
hardly been safe, even from this weak hand. I have al- 
ready said that there is a mystery connected with Rash- 
leigh, of a dangerous and fatal nature. Villain as 
he is, and as he knows he stands convicted in my eyes, I 
can not, I dare not, openly break with or defy him. You, 
also, Mr. Osbaldistone,must bear with him with patience, 
foil his artifices by opposing to them prudence, not vio- 
lence; and, above all,youmust avoid such scenes as thatof 
last night, which can not but give him perilous advan- 
tages over you. This caution I designed to give you, and it 
was the object with which I desired this interview ; but I 
have extended my confidence further than I proposed." 

Frank assured her that it was not misplaced. 

" I do not believe that it is," she replied. " You have 
that in your face and manners which authorizes trust. 
Let us continue to be friends. And now that the pas- 
sage in Dante is made so clear, pray go and see what has 
become of the badger-baiters. My head aches so much 
that I can not join the party." 

Frank left the library, but not to join the hunters. 
He felt that a solitary walk was necessary to compose 
his spirits before he again trusted himself in Eash- 
leigh's company. It was absolutely necessary that he 



82 ROB ROY. 

should treat his cousin with courtesy, not only on ac- 
count of the mysterious charge which Diana had given 
him, but because he had, in reality, no ostensible ground 
for quarreling with him. 

He therefore resolved, as far as possible, to meet 
Eashleigh's dissimulation with equal caution on his part 
during their residence in the same family; and when 
Eashleigh should depart for London, he resolved to give 
Owen at least such a hint of his character as might keep 
him on his guard. The energy of Eashleigh's character, 
and his power of assuming all seeming good qualities, 
were likely to procure him a high degree of confidence, 
and it was not to be hoped that either good faith or grati- 
tude would prevent him from abusing it. Frank there- 
fore indited a letter to Owen, leaving it to him, who in 
his own line was wary, prudent, and circumspect, to make 
the necessary use of his knowledge of Eashleigh's true 
character. This he dispatched to the post-house by 
the first opportunity. 

At the next meeting of Frank and Eashleigh,* each 
seemed to have resolved to adopt a distant and formal 
manner toward the other, and to be disposed to avoid 
all pretext for collision. Their intercourse was reserved 
on both sides and on subjects of little interest. Indeed, 
Eashleigh remained at Osbaldistone Hall only a few 
days after this period. 

The day came for Eashleigh's departure, to the ill- 
concealed delight of the entire family at Osbaldistone 
Hall. Frank sent a letter to his father by Eashleigh, 
and also a few lines to Owen, besides the confidential 
letter, already mentioned, which he thought more proper 
and prudent to dispatch by another conveyance. 



CHAPTER XI. 

Yon lamp its line of quivering light 

Shoots from my lady's bower ; 
But why should beauty's lamp be bright 

At midnight's lonely hour if 

Old Ballad. 

Life went on much as usual at Osbaldistone Hall. 
Frank endeavored to make himself, at least, a not un- 
welcome member of the household, and assisted his uncle 
with his pen and arithmetic when necessary. He also 
made some efforts to overcome the ill-will which his 
cousins entertained toward him, and succeeded to a 
greater or less extent with all, save Thorncliff, who per- 
sisted in his sullen and quarrelsome temper, regarding 
Frank's residence at Osbaldistone Hall as an intrusion. 
But between Diana Vernon and Frank there existed the 
best understanding, and much of their time was spent 
over their mutual studies. 

There was another person who should not be for- 
gotten, for he may be counted as one of Frank's adher- 
ents at the manor, and this was Andrew Fairservice, the 
gardener. Since making the discovery that Frank was 
a Protestant, ^Andrew rarely suffered him to pass without 
proffering his Scotch mull for a social pinch. Andrew 
obtained the greatest pleasure from these interviews, in 
the opportunity it gave him of communicating the news 

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84 ROB ROY. 

he had collected, or the satirical remarks which his 
shrewd northern humor suggested. 

" I am saying, sir/' he said to him one evening, with 
a face obviously charged with intelligence, " I hae been 
down at the Trinlay-knowe." 

" Well, Andrew, and I suppose you heard some news 
at the alehouse? " 

" Na, sir; I never gang to the yillhouse — that is 
unless ony neighbor was to gie me a pint, or the like o' 
that; but to gang there on ane's ain coat-tail, is a waste 
o' precious time and hard-won siller. — But I was doun 
at the Trinlay-knowe, as I was saying, about a wee bit 
business o' my ain wi' Mattie Simpson, that w^ants a for- 
pit or twa o' peers that will never be missed in the Ha'- 
house — and when we were at the thrangest o' our bar- 
gain, wha suld come in but Pate Macready the traveling 
merchant? '' 

"Peddler, I suppose you mean?" 

" E'en as your honor like to ca' him; but it's a cred- 
itable calling, and a gainfu', and has been lang in use 
wi' our folk. Pate's a far-awa' cousin o' mine, and we 
were blythe to meet wi' ane anither." 

" And you went and had a jug of ale together, I sup- 
pose, Andrew? For Heaven's sake, cut short your 
story." 

"Bide a wee — bide a wee; you southrons are aye in 
sic a hurry, and this is something concerns yoursell, and ye 
wad tak' patience tohear't. — Yill? — deil a drapo'yill did 
Pate offer me; but Mattie gae us baith a drap skimmed 
milk, and ane o' her thick ait Jannocks, that was as wat 
and raw as a divot. for the bonnie girdle cakes o' the 
north ! — and sae we sat doun and took out our clavers." 



ROB ROY. 85 

" I wish you would take them out just now. Pray, 
tell me the news, if you have got any worth telling, for I 
can't stop here all night." 

" Than, if ye maun hae't, the folk in Lunnon are a' 
clean wud about this bit job in the north here." 

"Clean wood! what's that?" 

'' Ou, just real daft — neither to haud nor to bind — 
a' hirdy-girdy — clean through ither — the deil's ower 
Jock Wabster." 

" But what does all this mean? or what business have 
I with the devil or Jack Webster? " 

"Umph!" said Andrew, looking extremely know- 
ing, " it's just because — just that the dirdum's a' about 
yon man's pokmanty." 

" Whose portmanteau? or what do you mean? " 

" Ou, just the man Morris's, that he said he lost yon- 
der; but if it's no your honor's affair, as little is it mine; 
and I mauna lose this gracious evening." 

And, as if suddenly seized with a violent fit of indus- 
try, Andrew began to labor most diligently. 

Frank's attention, as the crafty knave had foreseen, 
was now arrested, but he was unwilling to acknowledge 
any particular interest in that affair, by asking direct 
questions, and stood waiting till the spirit of voluntary 
communication should again prompt the gardener to re- 
sume his story. Andrew dug on manfully and spoke 
at intervals, but nothing to the purpose of Mr. Ma- 
cready's news; and Frank stood and listened, cursing 
him in his heart, and desirous at the same time to see 
how long his humor of contradiction would prevail over 
his desire of speaking upon the subject which was ob- 
viously uppermost in his mind. 

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86 ROB ROY. 

" Am trenching up the sparry-grass, and am gaun to 
saw some Misegun beans; they winna want them to their 
swine's flesh, I'se warrant — muckle gude may it do them. 
And siclike dung as the grieve has gien me! — it should 
be wheat-strae, or aiten at the warst o't, and it's pease 
dirt, as fizzenless as chuckie-stanes. But the huntsman 
guides a' as he likes about the stable-yard, and he's selled 
the best o' the litter, I'se warrant. But, howsoever, we 
mauna lose a turn o' this Saturday at e'en, for the wa- 
ther's sair broken, and if there's a fair day in seven, 
Sunday's sure to come and lick it up. Howsomever, I'm 
no denying that it may settle, if it be Heaven's will, till 
Monday morning — and what's the use o' my breaking 
my back at this rate? — I think, I'll e'en awa' hame, for 
yon's the curfew, as they ca' their jowing-in bell." 

Accordingly, applying both his hands to his spade, 
he pitched it upright in the trench which he had been 
digging, and looking at Frank with the air of superiority 
of one who knows himself possessed of important in- 
formation, which he may communicate or refuse at his 
pleasure, pulled down the sleeves of his shirt, and walked 
slowly toward his coat, which lay carefully folded up 
upon a neighboring garden-seat. 

" I must pay the penalty of having interrupted the 
tiresome rascal," thought Frank to himself, " and even 
gratify Mr. Fairservice by taking his communication 
on his own terms. Then, addressing him: "And after 
all, Andrew, what are these London news you had from 
your kinsman, the traveling merchant?" 

" The peddler, your honor means? " retorted Andrew 
— " but ca' him what ye wull, they're a great convenience 
in a country-side that's scant o' borough-towns like this 



ROB ROY. 87 

Northumberland. That's no the case, now, in Scot- 
land; there's the kingdom of Fife, frae Culross to the 
East Xuik, it's just like a great combined city — sae mony 
ruyal boroughs yoked on end to end, like ropes of in- 
gans, with their hie-streets and their booths, nae doubt, 
and their kra?mes, and houses of stane and lime and fore- 
stairs — Kirkcaldy, the sell o't, is langer than ony town 
in England." 

' ^^ 1 dare say it's all very splendid and very fine — but 
you were talking of the London news a little while ago, 
Andrew." 

'^ Ay," replied Andrew; " but I dinna think your 
honor cared to hear about them. — Howsoever " (he con- 
tinued, grinning a ghastly smile), " Pate Macready does 
say, that they are sair mistrysted yonder in their Parlia- 
ment House about this rubbery o' Mr. Morris, or what- 
ever they ca' the chiel." 

"In the House of Parliament, Andrew! — how came 
they to mention it there? " 

" Ou, that's just what I said to Pate; if it like your 
honor, I'll tell you the very words; it's no worth making 
a lie for the matter. ^ Pate,' said I, ^ what ado hath the 
lords and lairds and gentles at Lunnon wi' the carle and 
his walise? — When we had a Scotch Parliament, Pate,' 
says I (and deil rax their thrapples that reft us o't!) 
' they sate dousely down and made laws for a haill coun- 
try and kinrick, and never fashed their beards about 
things that were competent to the judge ordinar o' the 
bounds; but I think,' said I, 'that if ae kailwife pou'd 
aff her neighbor's mutch they wad hae the twasome o' 
them into the Parliament House o' Lunnon. It's just,' 
said I, ' amaist as silly as our auld daft laird here and his 



88 KOB ROY. 

gomerils o' sons, wi' his huntsmen and his hounds, and 
his hunting cattle and horns, riding haill days after a bit 
beast that winna weigh sax punds when they hae 
catched it.' " 

" You argued most admirably, Andrew,'' said Frank, 
willing to encourage him to get into the marrow of his 
intelligence; "and what said Pate?" 

" Ou," he said, " what better could be expected of a 
wheen pock-pudding English folk? — But as to the rob- 
bery, it's like that when they're a' at the thrang o' their 
"Whig and Tory wark, and ca'ing ane anither, like un- 
hanged blackguards — up gets ae lang-tongued chield 
and he says, that a' the north of England were rank 
Jacobites (and, quietly, he wasna far wrang maybe), and 
that they had IcAded amaist open war, and a king's mes- 
senger had been stoppit and rubbit on the highway, and 
that the best bluid o' Northumberland had been at the 
doing o't — and mickle gowd ta'en aff him, and mony 
valuable papers; and that there was nae redress to be 
gotten by remeed o' law, for the first justice o' the peace 
that the rubbit man gaed to, he had fund the twa loons 
that did the deed birling and drinking wi' him, wha but 
they; and the justice took the word o' the tane for the 
compearance o' the tither; and that they e'en gae him 
leg-bail, and the honest man that had lost his siller was 
fain to leave the country for fear that waur had come 
of it." 

" Can this be really true?" said Frank. 

" Pate swears it's as true as that his ellwand is a 
yard lang — (and so it is, just bating an inch, that it may 
meet the English measure). — And when the chield had 
said his warst, there was a terrible cry for names, and out 



ROB ROY. 89 

comes he wi' this man Morris's name, and your uncle's, 
and Squire Inglewood's, and other folk's beside. And 
then another dragon o' a chield got up on the other side, 
and said, wad they accuse the best gentleman in the 
land on the oath of a broken coward? — for it's like that 
Morris had been drummed out o' the army for rinning 
awa' in Flanders, and he said, it was like the story had 
been made up between the minister and him or ever he 
had left Lunnun; and that, if there was to be a search- 
warrant granted, he thought the siller wad be fund some 
gate near to St. James's Palace. Aweel, they trailed up 
Morris to their bar, as they ca't, to see what he could say 
to the job; but the folk that were again him, gae him sic 
an awfu' throughgaun about his rinnin' awa', and about 
a' the ill he had ever dune or said for a' the forepart o' 
his life, that Patie says he looked mair like ane dead 
than living; and they couldjia get a word o' sense out o* 
him, for downright fright at their growling and routing. 
He maun be a saft sap, wi' a head nae better than a fozy 
frosted turnip — it wad hae ta'en a hantle o' them to 
scaur Andrew Fairservice out o' his tale." 

"And how did it all end, Andrew? did your friend 
happen to learn? " 

" Ou, ay; for as his walk is in this country. Pate put 
aff his journey for the space of a week or thereby, because 
it wad be acceptable to his customers to bring down the 
news. It's just a' gaed aff like moonshine in water. 
The fellow that began it drew in his horns, and said, 
that though he believed the man had been robbit, yet he 
acknowledged that he might hae been mistaken about the 
particulars. And then the other chield got up, and said, 
he caredna whether Morris was rubbed or no, provided 



90 ^OB ROY. 

it wasna to become a stain on ony gentleman's honor and 
reputation, especially in the north of England; for, said 
he before them, I come frae the north, mysell, and I 
carena a boddle wha kens it. And this is what they ca' 
explaining — the tane gies up a bit, and the tither gies up 
a bit, and a' friends again. Aweel, after the Commons' 
Parliament had tuggit, and rived, and rugged at Morris 
and his rubbery till they were tired o't, the Lords' Parlia- 
ment they behoved to hae their spell o't. In puir auld 
Scotland's Parliament they a' sate thegither, cheek by 
choul, and then they didna need to hae the same blethers 
twice ower again. But till't their lordships went wi' as 
muckle teeth and gude-will, as if the matter had been a' 
speck and span new. Forbye, there was something said 
about ane Campbell, that suld hae been concerned in the 
rubbery, mair or less, and that he suld hae had a war- 
rant frae the Duke of Argyle, as a testimonial o' his 
character. And this put MacCallum More's beard in 
a bleize, as gude reason there was; and he gat up wi' an 
unco bang, and garr'd them a' look about them, and wad 
ram it even doun their throats, there was never ane o' the 
Campbells but what was as wight, wise, warlike, and 
worthy trust, as auld Sir John the Graeme. Now, if 
your honor's sure ye arena a drap's bluid a-kin to a 
Campbell, as I am nane mysell, sae far as I can count my 
kin, or hae had it counted to me, I'll gie ye my mind on 
that matter." 

" You may be assured I have no connection whatever 
with any gentleman of the name." 

" Ou, than we may speak it quietly amang oursells. 
There's baith gude and bad o' the Campbells, like other 
names. But this MacCullum More has an unco sway 



ROB ROY. 91 

and say baith, amang the grit folk at Lunnun even now; 
for he canna preceesely be said to belang to ony o' the twa 
sides o' them, sae deil any o' them likes to quarrel wi' 
him; sae they e'en voted Morris's tale a fause calumnious 
libel, as they ca't, and if he hadna gien them leg-bail, he 
was likely to hae ta'en the air on the pillory for leasing- 
making." 

So speaking, honest Andrew collected his dibbles, 
spades, and hoes, and threw them into a wheel-barrow — 
leisurely, however, and allowing Frank full time to put 
any further questions which might occur to him before 
he trundled them off to the tool-house, there to repose 
during the ensuing day. Frank thought it best to speak 
out at once, lest this meddling fellow should suppose 
there were more weighty reasons for his silence than 
actually existed. 

" I should like to see this countryman of yours, An- 
drew, and to hear his news from himself directly. You 
have probably heard that I had some trouble from the 
impertinent folly of this man Morris " (Andrew grinned 
a most significant grin), " and I should wish to see your 
cousin the merchant, to ask him the particulars of what 
he heard in London, if it could be done without much 
trouble." 

" Xaething mair easy," Andrew observed ; " I hae 
but to hint to my cousin that your honor wants a pair or 
twa o' hose, and he wad be wi' ye as fast as he could lay 
leg to the grund." 

" Oh, yes, assure him I shall be a customer; and as the 
night is, as you say, settled and fair, I shall walk in the 
garden until he comes; the moon will soon rise over the 
fells. You may bring him to the little back-gate; and 



92 ROB ROY. 

I shall have pleasure, in the meanwhile, in looking on 
the bushes and evergreens b}' the bright frosty moon- 
light." 

" Yara right, vara right — that's what I hae often 
said; a kail-blade, or a colliflour, glances sae glegiy by 
moonlight, it's like a leddy in her diamonds." 

So saying, off went Andrew Fairservice with great 
glee. He had to walk about two miles, a labor he under- 
took with the greatest pleasure, in order to secure to his 
kinsman the sale of some articles of his trade, though it 
is probable he would not have given him sixpence to 
treat him to a quart of ale. 

As Frank paced along the garden walks, it was nat- 
ural that he should lift up his eyes to the windows of 
the old library, which, small in size, but several in num- 
ber, stretched along the second story of that side of the 
house which now faced him. Light glanced from their 
casements. He was not surprised at this, for Miss Ver- 
non often sat there of an evening, but he was a little 
startled when he distinctly perceived the shadows of 
two persons pass along and intercept the light from the 
first of the windows, throwing the casement for a mo- 
ment into shade. ^' It must be old Martha," thought he, 
" whom Diana has engaged to be her companion for the 
evening; or I must have been mistaken, and taken 
Diana's shadow for a second person. No, by Heaven! it 
appears on the second window — two figures distinctly 
traced; and now it is lost again — it is seen on the third 
— on the fourth — the darkened forms of two persons dis- 
tinctly seen in each window as they pass along the room, 
betwixt the windows and the lights. Whom can Diana 
have got for a companion? " The passage of the shad- 



ROB ROY. 93 

ows between the lights and the casements was twice re- 
peated, after which the lights were extinguished, and 
the shades, of course, were seen no more. 

Trifling as the circumstance was, it occu2:)icd his 
mind for a considerable time. But he had not long 
speculated on this disagreeable subject, in reality, how- 
ever, when the back garden-door opened, and the figures 
of Andrew and his countryman — bending under his 
pack — crossed the moonlit alley. 

Mr. Macready was a tough, sagacious, long-headed 
Scotchman; and a collector of news, both from choice 
and profession. He was able to give a distinct account 
of what had passed in the House of Commons and House 
of Lords on the affair of Morris. He was even able to 
supply Frank with a copy of a printed journal or News- 
Letter, in which the substance of the debate was men- 
tioned; and also with a copy of the Duke of Argyle's 
speech. These, however, failed to give much — if any — 
additional information, so that Frank could not learn 
whether his own reputation had been directly implicated, 
although he perceived that the honor of his uncle's 
family had been impeached, and that this person Camp- 
bell, stated by Morris to have been the most active rob- 
ber of the two by whom he was assailed, was also said by 
him to have appeared in the behalf of a Mr. Osbaldistone, 
and by the connivance of the Justice procured his libera- 
tion. Vexed upon the whole, as well as perplexed, with 
this extraordinary story, Frank dismissed the two Scotch- 
men, after making some purchases from Macready, and 
a small compliment to Fairservice, and retired to his 
own apartment to consider what he ought to do in de- 
fense of his character thus publicly attacked. 



CHAPTER XII. 

Whence, and what art thou ? 



Milton. 



Aftek exhausting a sleepless night in meditating on 
the intelligence he had received, Frank was at first in- 
clined to think that he ought as speedily as possible to 
return to London, and by open appearance repel the 
calumny which had been spread against him. But on 
second thought he decided that it would be best to state 
the whole story in the shape of a narrative addressed to 
his father; and as the ordinary communications between 
the Hall and the post-town were rare, he determined to 
convey his letter to the post in person. 

Indeed, he began to think it strange that, though 
several weeks had elapsed since his departure from home, 
he had received no word from either his father or Mr. 
Owen. By going to the post-office himself he might 
secure somewhat earlier his letters — should there be any 
for him — than if they were sent by regular course to 
the Hall. 

He was not wholly disappointed, for, though he re- 
ceived nothing from his father, he found the following 
note from Mr. Owen: 

"Dear Mr. Francis: Yours received per favor of 
Mr. R. Osbaldistone, and note the contents. Shall do 
94 



ROB ROY. 95 

Mr. R. 0. such civilities as are in my power, and have 
taken him to see the Bank and Custom-House. He 
seems a sober, steady young gentleman, and takes to 
business; so will be of service to the firm. Could have 
wished another person had turned his mind that way; 
but God's will be done. As cash may be scarce in those 
parts, have to trust you will excuse my inclosing a gold- 
smith's bill at six days' sight, on Messrs. Hooper and 
Girder, of Newcastle, for £1,00, which I doubt not will 
be duly honored. — I remain, as in duty bound, dear Mr. 
Frank, your very respectful and obedient servant, 

" Joseph Owen. 

'' Postscmptnm. — Hope you will advise the above 
coming safe to hand. Am sorry we have so few of yours. 
Your father says he is as usual, but looks poorly." 

From this epistle, written in old Owen's formal style, 
Frank was rather surprised to observe that he made no 
acknowledgment of that private letter which he had 
written to him, with a view to possess him of Rash- 
leigh's real character, although, from the course of post, 
it seemed certain that he ought to have received it. As 
it comprised matters of great importance both to his 
father and to himself, he sat down in the post-office and 
again wrote to Owen, recapitulating the heads of his 
former letter, and requesting to know, in course of post, 
if it had reached him in safety. 

Without difficulty Frank obtained gold for the bill 
on Messrs. Hooper and Girder. This addition to his 
funds was not unwelcome, for the amount left from his 
traveling expenses had almost come to an end. 



96 JROB ROY. 

On his arrival at the Hall he found Sir Hildebrand 
and all his offspring had gone down to the little hamlet 
called Trinlay-kno^^'es, " to see," as Andrew Fairserviee 
expressed it, " a wheen midden cocks pike ilk ither's 
hams out." 

" It is indeed a brutal amusement, Andrew; I sup- 
pose you have none such in Scotland? " 

" Na, na," answered Andrew boldly; then shaded 
away his negative with, " unless it be on Fastern's-e'en, 
or the like o' that. But indeed it's no muckle matter 
what the folk do to the midden pootry, for they had sic- 
can a skarting and scraping in the yard, that there's nae 
getting a bean or pea keepit for them. But I am won- 
dering what it is that leaves that turret-door open — 
now that Mr. Eashleigh's away, it canna be him, I trow." 

The turret-door to which he alluded opened to the 
garden at the bottom of a winding stair, leading down 
from Mr. Eashleigh's apartment. This w^as situated in 
a sequestered part of the house, communicating with the 
library by a private entrance, and by another intricate 
and dark vaulted passage with the rest of the house. A 
long, narrow turf walk led, between two high holly 
hedges, from the turret-door to a little postern in the 
wall of the garden. By means of these communications 
Eashleigh, whose movements were very independent of- 
those of the rest of his family, could leave the Hall or 
return to it at pleasure, without his absence or presence 
attracting any observation. But during his absence the 
stair and the turret-door were entirely disused, and this 
made Andrew's observation somewhat remarkable. 

"Have you often observed that door open?" was 
Frank's question. 



ROB ROY. 97 

" No just that often neither; but I hae noticed it 
ance or twice. I'm thinking it maun hae been the priest, 
Father Vaughan, as tliey ca' him. Ye'll no catch ane 
o' the servants ganging up tliat stair, puir frightened 
heathens that they are, for fear of bogles and brownies, 
and lang-nebbit things frae the neist warld. But P'ather 
Vaughan thinks himself a privileged person — set him up 
and lay him down! — I'se be caution the warst stibbler 
that ever stickit a sermon out ower the Tweed yonder, 
wad lay a ghaist twice as fast as him, wi' his holy water 
and his idolatrous trinkets. I dinna believe he speaks 
gude Latin neither; at least he disna take me up when I 
tell him the learned names o' the plants." 

Father Vaughan was about sixty years of age, of a 
striking and imposing presence, grave in his exterior, 
and much respected among the Catholics of Northum- 
berland, as a worthy and upright man. He divided his 
time and ghostly care between Osbaldistone Hall and 
half-a-dozen mansions of C^atholic gentlemen in the 
neighborhood. He was a particular acquaintance of 
Rashleigh, and this circumstance led Frank to conjecture 
that the Father might occupy Eashleigh's apartment 
during his visits to the Hall; and it was probable that 
it might have been his candle that had excited Frank's 
attention on the preceding evening. 

An air of mystery also marked the intercourse be- 
tween ^liss Vernon and the priest. His arrival at the 
Hall never failed to impress her with an anxious and 
fluttering tremor, which lasted until they had exchanged 
one or two significant glances. Whatever the m)'stery 
might be which overclouded the destinies of this beauti- 
ful and interesting female, it was clear that Father 



98 I^OB ROY. 

Vaughan was implicated in it; unless, indeed, he was the 
agent employed to procure her settlement in the cloister, 
in the event of her rejecting a union with either of her 
cousins — an office which would sufficiently account for 
her obvious emotion at his appearance. As to the rest, 
they did not seem to converse much together, or even 
to seek each other's society. Their league, if any sub- 
sisted between them, was of a tacit and understood na- 
ture, operating on their actions without any necessity of 
speech. Signs passed betw^ixt them, which might bear 
reference to some hint concerning Miss Vernon's reli- 
gious observances, for the Catholic clergy maintain, 
at all times and seasons, their influence over . the 
minds of their followers. But there were more reasons 
to suppose that these communications had a deeper and 
more serious import. 



CHAPTER XIII. 

It happened one day about noon, going to ray boat, I was ex- 
ceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the 
shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand. 

Robinson Crusoe. 

Frank's thoughts were much occupied with vain 
endeavors to solve the mystery surrounding Diana Ver- 
non. And it must be admitted that jealousy aided to 
pique his interest in the secret which established a bond 
of confidence between Miss Vernon, Rashleigh, and 
Father Vaughan. By this time he candidly admitted 
to himself that he was in love with Diana Vernon, but he 
could not but look ujwn his passion as hopeless, for, 
aside from other obstacles. Miss Vernon was of a char- 
acter too formed and determined to permit her love for 
him to overpower either her sense of duty or of prudence, 
and of this she gave proof in a conversation which they 
had together about this time. 

They were sitting together in the library. Miss Ver- 
non, in turning over a copy of the Orlando Furioso, 
which belonged to Frank, shook a piece of writing paper 
from between the leaves. He hastened to lift it, but she 
prevented him. " It is verse," she said, on glancing at 
the paper; and then unfolding it: " May I take the lib- 
erty? — Xay, nay, if you blush and stammer, I must do 



100 ROB ROY. 

violence to your modesty, and suppose that permission 
is granted." 

" It is not worthy your perusal — a scrap of a transla- 
tion — My dear Miss Vernon, it would be too severe a 
trial, that you, who understand the original so well, 
should sit in judgment." 

" Mine honest friend," replied Diana, " do not, if 
you will be guided by my advice, bait your hook with too 
much humility; for, ten to one, it will not catch a single 
compliment. You know I belong to the unpopular 
family of Tell-truths, and would not flatter Apollo for 
his lyre." 

She proceeded to read the first stanza, which was 
nearly to the following purpose: 

" Ladies, and knights, and arms, and love's fair flame, 

Deeds of emprise and courtesy I sing ; 
What time the Moors from sultry Africk came, 

Led on by Agramant, their youthful king — 
He whom revenge and hasty ire did bring 

O'er the broad wave, in France to waste and war ; 
Such ills from old Trojano's death did spring. 

Which to avenge he came from realms afar. 
And menaced Christian Charles, the Roman Emperor. 

Of dauntless Roland, too, my strain shall sound, 
In import never known in prose or rhyme, 

How he, the chief, of judgment deemed profound, 
For luckless love was crazed upon a time — " 

" There is a great deal of it," said she, glancing along 
the paper, and interrupting the sweetest sounds which 
mortal ears can drink in — those of a youthful poet's 
verses, namely, read by the lips which arc dearest to him. 

" Much more than ought to engage your attention, 
Miss Vernon," Frank replied, something mortified; 



ROB ROY. 101 

and he took the verses from her unreluctant hand; 
" and yet," he continued, " shut up as 1 am in this 
retired situation, I have felt sometimes I could not 
amuse myself better than by carrying on — merely for 
my own amusement, you will of course understand — 
the version of this fascinating author, which I began 
some months since when I was on the banks of the Ga- 
ronne." 

" The question would only be," said Diana, gravely, 
" whether you could not spend your time to better pur- 
pose? " 

"You mean in original composition?" said Frank, 
greatly flattered; " but, to say truth, my genius rather 
lies in finding words and rlmnes than ideas; and there- 
fore I am happy to use those which Ariosto has prepared 
to my hand. However, Miss Yernon, with the en- 
couragement you give " 

" Pardon me, Frank — it is encouragement not of my 
giving, but of your taking. I meant neither original 
composition nor translation, since I think you might 
employ your time to far better purpose than in either. 
You are mortified," she continued, "' and I am sorry to 
be the cause." 

" Xot mortified — certainly not mortified," said he, 
with the best grace he could muster, and it was but in- 
differently assumed; " I am too much obliged by the 
interest you take in me." 

" Xay, but," resumed the relentless Diana, " there 
are both mortification and a little grain of anger in that 
constrained tone of voice; do not be angry if I probe 
your feelings to the bottom — perhaps what I am about 
to sav will affect them still more." 



102 ^OB ROY. 

Frank felt the childishness of his own conduct, and 
the superior manliness of Miss Vernon's, and assured her 
that she need not fear his wincing under criticism which 
he knew to be kindly meant. 

" That was honestly meant and said/' she replied; 
" I knew full well that the fiend of poetical irritability 
flew away with the little preluding cough which ushered 
in the declaration. And now I must be serious. Have 
you heard from your father lately ? " 

" Not a word," he replied; " he has not honored me 
with a single line during the several months of my 
residence here." 

" That is strange! — you are a singular race, you bold 
Osbaldistones. Then you are not aware that he has gone 
to Holland, to arrange some pressing affairs which re- 
quired his own immediate presence ? " 

" I never heard a word of it until this moment." 

" x\nd further, it must be news to you, and I presume 
scarcely the most agreeable, that he has left Eashleigh 
in the almost uncontrolled management of his affairs 
until his return." 

Frank started, and could not suppress his surprise 
and apprehension. 

" You have reason for alarm," said Miss Vernon, 
very gravely; " and were I you, I would endeavor to 
meet and obviate the dangers which arise from so unde- 
sirable an arrangement." 

" And how is it possible for me to do so? " 

" Everything is possible for him who possesses cour- 
age and activity," she said, with a look resembling one 
of those heroines of the age of chivalry whose encourage- 
ment was wont to give champions double valor at the 



ROB ROY. 103 

hour of need; " and to the timid and hesitating every- 
thing is impossible, because it seems so." 

''And what would you advise, Miss Vernon?" he 
replied, wishing, yet dreading, to hear her answer. 

She paused a moment, then answered firmly: " That 
you instantly leave Osbaldistone Hall, and return to 
London. You have perhaps already," she continued, in 
a softer tone, " been here too long; that fault was not 
yours. Every succeeding moment you waste here will 
be a crime. Yes, a crime: for I tell you plainly, that if 
Rashleigh long manages your father's affairs, you may 
consider his ruin as consummated." 

" How is this possible? " 

" Ask no cjuestions," she said; '' but believe me, 
Rashleigh's views extend far beyond the possession or in- 
crease of commercial wealth: he will only make the 
command of Mr. Osbaldistone's revenues and property 
the means of putting in motion his own ambitious and 
extensive schemes. While your father was in Britain 
this was impossible; during his absence, Rashleigh will 
possess many opportunities, and he will not neglect to 
use them." 

" But how can I, in disgrace with my father, and 
divested of all control over his affairs, prevent this dan- 
ger by my mere presence in London? " 

" That presence alone will do much. Your claim to 
interfere is a part of your birthright, and it is inalienable. 
You will have the countenance, doubtless, of your fa- 
ther's head-clerk, and confidential friends and partners. 
Above all, Rashleigh's schemes are of a nature that " — 
(she stopped abruptly, as if fearful of saying too much) 
— " are, in short," she resumed, " of the nature of all 



104 I^C>B ROY. 

selfish and unconscientious plans, which are speedily 
abandoned as soon as those who frame them perceive 
their arts are discovered and watched. Therefore, in 
the language of your favorite poet — 

" ' To horse ! to horse ! Urge doubts to those that fear.' " 

A feeling irresistible in its impulse induced Frank to 
reply: " Ah, Diana, can you give me advice to leave Ds- 
baldistone Hall! — then indeed I have already been a 
resident here too long! " 

Miss Vernon colored, but proceeded with great firm- 
ness: " Indeed, I do give you this advice — not only to 
quit Osbaldistone Hall, but never to return to it more. 
You have only one friend to regret here," she continued, 
forcing a smile, " and she has been long accustomed to 
sacrifice her friendships and her comforts to the wel- 
fare of others. In the world you will meet a hundred 
whose friendship will be as disinterested — more useful — 
less encumbered by untoward circumstances — less infiu- 
enced by evil tongues and evil times." 

" Never! " he exclaimed, " never! — the world can 
afford me nothing to repay what I must leave behind 
me." Here he took her hand, and pressed it to his lips. 

" This is folly! " she exclaimed — " this is madness! " 
and she struggled to withdraw her hand from his grasp, 
but not so stubbornly as actually to succeed until he had 
lield it for nearly a minute. " Hear me, sir! " she said, 
" and curb this unmanly burst of passion. I am, by a 
solemn contract, the bride of Heaven, unless I could pre- 
fer being wedded to villainy in the person of Eashleigh 
Osbaldistone, or brutality in that of his brother. I am, 
therefore, the bride of Heaven — betrothed to the con- 



ROB ROY. 105 

vent from the cradle. To me, therefore, these raptures 
are misapplied — they only serve to prove a further ne- 
cessity for your departure, and that without delay." 
At these words she broke suddenly off, and said, 
but in a suppressed tone of voice, " Leave me instantly 
— we will meet here again, but it must be for the last 
time." 

Frank's eyes followed the direction of hers as she 
spoke, and he thought he saw the tapestry shake, which 
covered the door of the secret passage from Kashleigh's 
room to the library. He conceived they were observed, 
and turned an inquiring glance on Miss Vernon. 

" It is nothing," said she, faintly; " a rat behind the 
arras." 

Obeying Diana's reiterated command of " Leave me! 
leave me! " Frank left the apartment in a wild whirl 
and giddiness of mind, which he in vain attempted to 
compose. 

A chaos of thoughts intruded themselves on him, at 
once passing hastily through his brain. The dark and 
undefined idea of danger arising to his father from the 
machinations of such a man as Rashleigh Osbaldistone, 
the half declaration of love that he had offered to Miss 
Vernon's acceptance, the acknowledged difficulties of 
her situation bound by a previous contract to sacrifice 
herself to a cloister or to an ill-assorted marriage — all 
pressed themselves at once to his recollection, while his 
judgment was unable to consider any of them in their 
just light and bearings. 

This incident excited Frank's further interest in the 
mysteries which enveloped Miss Vernon, and he resolved, 
ere he left Osbaldistone Hall, to determine in what light 



106 liOB ROY. 

lie must in future regard this fascinating being; what 
the mysterious secret was that spread a misty influence 
over all her actions; whether his love was entirely hope- 
less. The pursuance of this resolution we detail in an- 
other cha|)ter. 



CHAPTER XIV. 

I hear a voice you can not hear, 
Which says, I must not stay ; 

I see a hand you can not see, 
Which beckons me away. 



TiCKELL. 



Fraxk had rarely visited the library in the evening 
except by appointment with Miss Vernon and under the 
sanction of the old housekeeper — Dame Martha's pres- 
ence. The apartment, however, was always open to any 
member of the family, at all hours of the day or night, 
so that Frank's sudden appearance in it on any evening 
could not be called an intrusion. Frank had formed the 
conclusion that here Miss Vernon occasionally, when 
there was least likelihood of interruption, received Fa- 
ther Vaughan or some other person equally near to her 
confidence. The lights that gleamed from the library 
at unusual hours, the passing shadows which he had him- 
self remarked, the sounds and sights which some of the 
servants, and Andrew Fairservice in particular, had ob- 
served, all tended to show that the place was visited by 
some one different from the ordinary inmates of the 
Hall. Therefore Frank determined to wander into the 
library, on some evening when his appearance would be 
wholly unexpected, hoping that he might detect such a 
rival, should there be one, as he doubted not. Accord- 

107 



108 K,OB ROY. 

ingly^ one July evening, he stationed himself in the 
garden to watch the library windows, although in his 
impatience he had come out a full hour before the day- 
light disappeared, and no signs could be visible until 
darkness. 

While he paced the green alleys he suddenly alighted 
upon Andrew Fairservice, perched up like a statue by 
a range of beehives, in an attitude of devout contempla- 
tion — one eye, however, watching the motions of the 
little irritable citizens, who were settling in their straw- 
thatched mansion for the evening, and the other fixed 
on a book of devotion, which much attrition had de- 
prived of its corners, and worn into an oval shape; a 
circumstance which, with the close print and dingy 
color of the volume in question, gave it an air of most 
respectable antiquity. 

" I was e'en taking a spell o' worthy Mess John 
Quackleben's Flower of a Sweet Savour sawn on the Mid- 
denstead of this World," said Andrew, closing his book 
at Frank's appearance, and putting his horn spectacles, 
by way of mark, at the place where he had been reading. 

" And the bees, I observe, were dividing your at- 
tention, x\ndrew, with the learned author? " 

" They are a contumacious generation," replied the 
gardener; " they hae sax days in the week to hive on, 
and yet it's a common observe that they will aye swarm 
on the Sabbath-day, and keep falk at hame frae hearing 
the Word — but there's nae preaching at Graneagain 
chapel the e'en — that's aye ae mercy." 

" You might have gone to the parish church as I did, 
Andrew, and heard an excellent discourse." 

" Clauts o' cauld parritch — clauts o' cauld parritch," 



ROB ROY. 109 

replied Andrew with a most supercilious sneer — " glide 
aneiicli for dogs, begging your honor's pardon — ay! I 
might nae doubt hae heard the curate linking awa' at it 
in his white sark yonder, and the musicians playing on 
whistles, niair like a penny-wedding than a sermon — 
and to -the boot of that, I might hae gaen to even-song, 
and heard Daddie Docharty mumbJing his mass — muckle 
the better I wad hae been o' that! '' 

" Docharty! " said Frank (this was the name of an 
old priest, an Irishman, who sometimes officiated at Os- 
baldistone Hall), '' I thought Father Yaughan had been 
at the Hall. He was here yesterday." 

" Ay," replied Andrew; " but he left it yestreen, to 
gang to Greystock, or some o' thae west-country haulds. 
There's an unco stir among them a' e'enow. They are 
as busy as my bees are — God sain them! that I suld even 
the puir things to the like o' papists. Ye see this is 
the second swarm, and whiles they will swarm off in 
the afternoon. The first swarm set off sune in the 
morning. But I am thinking they are settled in their 
skeps for the night; sae I wuss your honor good-night, 
and grace, and muckle o't." 

So saying, Andrew retreated, but often cast a parting 
glance upon the skeps, as he called the beehives. 

Frank had indirectly gained from him an important 
piece of information, that Father A^aughan, namely, was 
not supposed to be at the Hall. If, therefore, there ap- 
peared light in the windows of the library this evening, 
it either could not be his, or he was observing a very 
secret and suspicious line of conduct. Frank waited 
with impatience the time of sunset and of twilight. 
It had hardly arrived ere a gleam from the windows of 



110 ROB ROY. 

the library was seen, dimly distinguishable amid the 
still enduring light of the evening. He marked its first 
glimpse, however, as speedily as the benighted sailor de- 
scribes the first distant twinkle of the lighthouse which 
marks his course. The feelings of doubt and propriety, 
which had hitherto contended with his curiosity and 
jealousy, vanished when an opportunity of gratifying the 
former was presented to him. He re-entered the house, 
and avoiding the more frequented apartments with the 
consciousness of one who wishes to keep his purpose 
secret, he reached the door of the library — hesitated for 
a moment as his hand was upon the latch — heard a sup- 
pressed step within — opened the door — and found Miss 
Vernon alone. 

Diana appeared surprised — whether at his sudden 
appearance, or from some other cause, Frank could not 
guess; but there was in her appearance a degree of flutter 
which he had never before remarked, and which he knew 
could only be produced by unusual emotion. Yet she was 
calm in a moment; and such is the force of conscience, 
that he, who studied to surprise her, seemed himself the 
surprised, and Avas certainly the embarrassed person. 

" Has anything happened ? " said Miss Vernon — 
" has any one arrived at the Hall ? " 

" No one that I know of," Frank answered, in some 
confusion; " I only sought the Orlando." 

" It lies there," said Miss Vernon, pointing to the 
table. 

In removing one or two books to get at that which 
he pretended to seek, he perceived a man's glove h^ing 
upon the table. His eyes encountered those of Miss Ver- 
non, who blushed deeply. 



ROB ROY. Ill 

" It is one of my relics,? she said with hesitation; 
" it is one of the gloves of my grandfather, the original 
of the superb Vandyke which you admire." 

As if she thought something more than her bare as- 
sertion was necessary to prove her statement true, she 
opened a drawer of the large oaken table, and taking 
out another glove, threw it toward him. When a tem- 
per naturally ingenuous stoops to equivocate, or to dis- 
semble, the anxious pain with which the unwonted task 
is labored often induces the hearer to doubt the authen- 
ticity of the tale. Frank cast a hasty glance on both 
gloves, and then replied gravely: " The gloves resemble 
each other doubtless, in form and embroidery; but they 
can not form a pair, since they both belong to the right 
hand." 

She bit her lip with anger, and again colored deeply. 

" You do right to expose me," she replied with bitter- 
ness; " some friends would have only judged, from what 
I said, that I chose to give no particular explanation 
of a circumstance which calls for none — at least to a 
stranger. You have judged better, and have made me 
feel, not only the meanness of duplicity, but my own 
inadequacy to sustain the task of a dissembler. I now 
tell you distinctly that that glove is not the fellow, as 
you have acutely discerned, to the one which I just now 
produced; it belongs to a friend yet dearer to me than 
the original of Vandyke's picture — a friend by whose 
counsels I have been, and will be, guided — whom I 
honor — whom I " she paused. 

Frank was irritated at her manner, and filled up the 
blank in his own way: " Whom she loves, Miss Yernon 
would say." 



112 ROB ROY. 

" And if 1 do say so/' she replied haughtily, " by 
whom shall my affection be called to account? " 

" ^ot by me, Miss Vernonj assuredly — I entreat you 
to hold me acquitted of such presumption — But/' he 
continued, with some emphasis, for he was now piqued 
in return, " I hope Miss Vernon will pardon a friend, 
from whom she seems disposed to withdraw the title, for 
observing " 

" Observe nothing, sir," she interrupted with some 
vehemence, " except that I will neither be doubted nor 
questioned. There does not exist one by whom I will be 
either interrogated or judged; and if you sought this 
unusual time of presenting yourself in order to spy upon 
my privacy, the friendship or interest with which you 
pretend to regard me is a poor excuse for your uncivil 
curiosity." 

" I relieve you of my presence," said Frank with 
pride equal to her own; " I relieve you of my presence. 
I awake from a pleasant but a most delusive dream; 
and — but we understand each other." 

He had reached the door of the apartment, when Miss 
Vernon, whose movements were sometimes so rapid as 
to seem almost instinctive, overtook him, and, catching 
hold of his arm, stopped him with that air of authority 
which she could so whimsically assume, and which, from 
the naivete and simplicity of her manner, had an effect 
so peculiarly interesting. 

" Stop, Mr. Frank," she said, " you are not to leave 
me in that way neither; I am not so amply provided with 
friends that I can afford to throw away even the un- 
grateful and the selfish. Mark what I say, Mr. Francis 
Osbaldistone. You shall know nothing of this mysteri- 



ROB ROY. 113 

ous glove," and she held it up as she spoke — " nothing — 
no, not a single iota more than you know already; and 
yet I will not permit it to be a gauntlet of strife and 
defiance betwixt us. My time here," she said, sinking 
into a tone somewhat softer, " must necessarily be very 
short; yours must be still shorter: we are soon to part, 
never to meet again; do not let us quarrel, or make any 
mysterious miseries the pretext for further embittering 
the few hours we shall ever pass together on this side of 
eternity." 

" What does this avail ? " said Frank. " What can 
this avail, Miss Vernon? Why should I witness embar- 
rassments which I can not relieve, and mysteries which I 
offend you even by attempting to penetrate? Inexperi- 
enced as you are in the world, you must still be aware 
that a beautiful young woman can have but one male 
friend. Even in a male friend I will be jealous of a 
confidence shared with a third party unknown and con- 
cealed; but with you, Miss Vernon " 

" You are, of course, jealous, in all the tenses and 
moods of that amiable passion? But, my good friend, 
you have all this time spoken nothing but the paltry 
gossip which simpletons repeat from play-books and ro- 
mances, till they give mere cant a real and powerful in- 
fluence over their minds. Boys and girls prate them- 
selves into love; and when their love is like to fall asleep, 
they prate and tease themselves into jealousy. But you 
and I, Frank, are rational beings, and neither silly nor 
idle enough to talk ourselves into any other relation than 
that of plain, honest, disinterested friendship. Any other 
union is as far out of our reach as if I were man, or you 
woman. To speak truth," she added, after a moment's 



114 ROB ROY. 

hesitation, " even though I am so complaisant to the 
decorum of my sex as to blush a little at my own plain 
dealing, we can not marry if we would; and we ought 
not if we could." 

She blushed as she made this cruel declaration. 
Frank was about to attack both her positions, entirely 
forgetting those very suspicions which had been con- 
firmed in the course of the evening, but she proceeded 
with a cold firmness which approached to severity: 
*^ what I say is sober and indisputable truth, on which I 
will neither hear question nor explanation. We are 
therefore friends, Mr. Osbaldistone — are we not? " She 
held out her hand, and taking his, added — " and noth- 
ing to each other now, or henceforward, except as 
friends.'' 

She let go his hand. He sunk it and his head at 
once, fairly overcroived, as Spenser would have termed 
it, by the mingled kindness and firmness of her manner. 
She hastened to change the subject. 

" Here is a letter," she said, " directed for you, Mr. 
Osbaldistone, very duly and distinctly; but which, not- 
withstanding the caution of the person who wrote and 
addressed it, might perhaps never have reached your 
hands, had it not fallen into the possession of a certain 
Pacolet, or enchanted dwarf of mine, whom, like all 
distressed damsels of romance, I retain in my secret 
service." 

Frank opened the letter and glanced over the con- 
tents. The unfolded sheet of paper dropped from his 
hands, with the involuntary exclamation of " Gracious 
Heaven! my folly and disobedience have ruined my fa- 
ther! " 



ROB ROY. 115 

Miss Yernon rose with loolvs of real and affectionate 
alarm. '* You grow pale — you are ill — shall I bring you 
a glass of water? Be a man, Mr. Osbaldistone, and a 
firm one. Is your father — is he no more? '' 

"He lives," said Frank, "thank God! but to what 
distress and difliculty " 

" If that be all, despair not. May I read this let- 
ter? " she said, taking it up. 

He assented. She read it with great attention. 

" Who is this Mr. Tresham, who signs the letter? " 

" My father's partner; but he is little in the habit 
of acting personally in the business of the house." 

" He writes here," said Miss A^ernon, " of various 
letters sent to you previously." 

" I have received none of them," Frank replied. 

" x\nd it appears," she continued, '' that Eashleigh, 
who has taken the full management of affairs during 
your father's absence in Holland, has some time since 
left London for Scotland, with effects and remittances 
to take up large bills granted by your father to per- 
sons in that country, and that he has not since been 
heard of." 

"It'isbut too true." 

" And here has been," she added, looking at the 
letter, " a head-clerk, or some such person — Owenson — 
Owen — dispatched to Glasgow, to find out Rashleigh, if 
possible, and you are entreated to repair to the same 
place, and assist him in his researches." 

" It is even so, and I must depart instantly." 

" Stay but one moment," said Miss Yernon. " It 
seems to me that the worst which can come of this mat- 
ter will be the loss of a certain sum of money — and can 



116 ROB ROY. 

that bring tears into your eyes? For shame, Mr. Osbal- 
distone! " 

" You do me injustice, Miss Vernon/' Frank an- 
swered. " I grieve not for the loss of the money, but for 
the effect which I know it will produce on the spirits and 
health of my father, to whom mercantile credit is as 
honor; and who, if declared insolvent, would sink into 
the grave, oppressed by a sense of grief, remorse, and de- 
spair, like that of a soldier convicted of cowardice or a 
man of honor w^ho had lost his rank and character in 
society. All this I might have prevented by a trifling 
sacrifice of the foolish pride and indolence which re- 
coiled from sharing the labors of his honorable and 
useful profession. Good Heaven! how shall I redeem 
the consequences of my error ? " 

" By instantly repairing to Glasgow, as you are con- 
jured to do by the friend who writes this letter." 

" But if Eashleigh," said he, " has really formed this 
base and unconscious scheme of plundering his bene- 
factor, what prospect is there that I can find means of 
frustrating a plan so deeply laid ? " 

" The prospect," she replied, '' indeed, may be uncer- 
tain; but, on the other hand, there is no possibility of 
your doing any service to your father by remaining here. 
Remember, had you been on the post destined for you, 
this disaster could not have happened: hasten to that 
which is now pointed out, and it may possibly be re- 
trieved. — Yet stay — do not leave this room until I re- 
turn." 

She left him in confusion and amazement; amid 
which, however, he could find a lucid interval to admire 
the firmness, composure, and presence of mind which 



ROB ROY. 117 

Miss Yernon seemed to possess on every crisis, however 
sudden. 

In a few minutes she returned with a sheet of paper 
in her hand, folded and sealed like a letter, but without 
address. " I trust you," she said, ^^ with this proof of 
my friendship because I have the most perfect confi- 
dence in your honor. If I understand the nature of 
your distress rightly, the funds in Eashleigh's possession 
must be recovered by a certain day — the 12tli of Septem- 
ber, I think is named — in order that they may be ap- 
plied to pay the bills in question; and, consequently, 
that if adequate funds be provided before that period, 
your father's credit is safe from the apprehended ca- 
lamity.'' 

" Certainly — I so understand Mr. Tresham." He 
looked at the letter again, and added, '^ There can not be 
a doubt of it." 

" Well," said Diana, " in that case my little Pacolet 
may be of use to you. You have heard of a spell con- 
tained in a letter. Take this packet; do not open it 
until other and ordinary means have failed. If you suc- 
ceed by your own exertions, I trust to your honor for de- 
stroying it without opening or suffering it to be opened; 
but if not, you may break the seal within ten days of the 
fated day, and you will find directions which may pos- 
sibly be of service to you. Adieu, Frank; we never 
meet more — but sometimes think of your friend Die Yer- 
non." 

She extended her hand, but he clasped her to his 
bosom. She sighed as she extricated herself from the 
embrace which she permitted — escaped to the door which 
led to her own apartment — and Frank saw her no more. 
9 



CHAPTER XY. 

And hurry, hurry, off they roile. 

As fast as fast might be ; 
Hurra ! hurra ! the dead can ride, 

Dost fear to ride with me 'i 

Burger. 

On reaching his own apartment, Frank again perused 
the letter of Mr. Tresham, finding the substance of it 
to be an entreaty to him to go to Glasgow to Messrs. 
MacVittie, MacFin and Company, as soon as possible, 
to meet with Owen, who would give him the particulars 
of the evil done by Eashleigh. After consideration, 
Frank resolved to depart from Osbaldistone Hall the 
next day and wend his way without loss of time to Glas- 
gow. But there was one drawback to the speed which 
would be necessary on his journey — namely, his lack of 
knowledge as to the nearest route — or indeed any route 
— to Scotland. As it was of the greatest importance 
that he should reach Glasgow with the least delay pos- 
sible, he decided to consult Andrew Fairservice on this 
important point. Late as it was, he set off for the dwell- 
ing of the gardener, which was situated at no great dis- 
tance from the Hall. He had no difficulty in finding 
Andrew, who was occupied in reading aloud to himself 
a weighty volume of the " worthy Doctor Lightfoot." 
Frank interrupted this devotional occupation by enter- 
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ROB ROY. 119 

ing the cottage and requesting of Andrew information 
as to the road he should pursue to Glasgow. After some 
parleying, during which Frank restrained his impatience 
with diliiculty, Andrew confessed his desire — and in- 
tention — to serve as Frank's guide to Scotland. Find- 
ing Andrew well acquainted with all the short cuts 
through the district which he must traverse to reach 
Glasgow, Frank accepted the proposal without much 
hesitation. Setting the hour tor departure at three 
o'clock in the morning, he had just time to return to 
the Hall, pack the few articles that would be necessary 
on his journey, write a note to his uncle — expressing his 
thanks for his hospitality, and assuring him that sudden 
and important business only prevented his offering them 
in person — and snatch a brief sleep before setting forth. 

At the appointed hour he found Andrew Fairservice 
waiting for him at the gate of the avenue. They trav- 
eled at a swift pace until dawn, when they had reached 
the top of a high, bleak ridge. xVndrew cast a look be- 
hind him, and not seeing the appearance of a living thing 
on the moors which he had traveled, his hard features 
gradually unbent, as he first whistled, then sung, with 
much glee, the end of one of his native songs: 

Jenny lass ! I think I hae her, 
Ower the muir araang the heather; 
All their elan shall never get her. 

He patted at the same time the neck of the horse 
which he rode, which action directed Frank's attention 
to the animal, and he instantly recognized a favorite 
mare of Thorncliff Osbaldistone's. He proceeded to 
expostulate with Andrew, but to little avail, for the 



120 " ^^^ ^OY. 

latter protested that it was no theft, since ThorncliS 
had borrowed ten pounds of him which he had not re- 
paid, and therefore he was but taking the mare as his 
rightful payment. Frank was obliged to be content 
with this reasoning, but inwardly resolved to buy the 
mare at the end of the journey and from there send it 
back to his cousin at Osbaldistone Hall. 

Having entered Scotland, they turned to the north- 
westward, and pursjied their way over one chain of bar- 
ren and uninteresting hills after another, until they 
came into the open and more fertile valley of the Clyde. 
They now speedily gained the town or city of Glasgow. 
It was on a Saturday evening that they arrived, too late 
to do business of any kind, so they repaired to a quiet 
inn kept by a " jolly hostler-wife," as Andrew called her. 

On the following morning, though it was the Sab- 
bath, Frank's first desire was to seek out Owen, but on 
inquiry he found this attempt would be vain until after 
kirk-time. The urging of Andrew Fairservice, together 
with the assurance that Mr. Ephraim MacVittie and 
his guest — should he chance to have one within his gates 
— would, without doubt, be at the Barony Kirk, per- 
suaded Frank to accompany Andrew to the morning 
service. Accordingly, they set forth in the direction of 
the Cathedral of Glasgow. On attaining the summit 
of a hill, they turned to the left and passed through a 
large pair of folding' doors into the burial ground sur- 
rounding the church. Andrew led the way; they passed 
through a small, low-arched door, secured by a wicket, 
Avhich a grave-looking person seemed on the point of 
closing, and descended several steps as if into the funeral 
vaults beneath the church. It was even so, for in these 



ROB ROY. 121 

subterranean precincts was established a very singular 
place of worship. 

There was an extensive range orf low, dark, twilight 
vaults divided into parts by huge pillars which served to 
support the cathedral proper. A portion of the vaults 
was seated with pews and used as a church by those of 
the Presbyterian faith. 

It must be admitted that Frank found it difficult to 
fix his attention on the service, and often his eyes wan- 
dered over the congregation, searching for Owen's face 
among the multitude; or strained themselves to pene- 
trate into the dark and further recesses of the vaults. 
He was at length just endeavoring to confine his eyes to 
the face of the preacher and his mind to the words of the 
sermon, when his attention was again distracted by a 
voice from behind, which whispered distinctly in his ear, 
" You are in danger in this city." Frank turned, but 
too late, to catch a glimpse of the person who had ut- 
tered this mysterious caution. All those around wore 
a look of stolid attention to the sermon; it was impos- 
sible one of them could have addressed him. A massive 
round pillar close behind him might have concealed the 
speaker. Frank resolved to again fix his attention on 
the preacher, thinking that probably the communication 
would be repeated, on the conjecture that the first had 
not been heard. This plan succeeded, and he had not re- 
sumed his appearance of attention for five minutes ere 
the same voice whispered: 

" Listen, but do not look back. You are in danger in 
this place, so am I — meet me to-night on the Brigg, at 
twelve preceesely — keep at home till the gloaming, and 
avoid observation.'' 



122 ROB ROY. 

Here the voice ceased, and Frank instantly turned 
his head. But the speaker had, with still greater promp- 
titude, glided behind the pillar, and escaped his ob- 
servation. He was determined to catch sight of him, 
if possible, and extricating himself from the outer circle 
of hearers, he also stepped behind the column. All there 
w^as empty; and he could only see a figure wrapped in 
a mantle, a Lowland cloak, or Highland plaid, which 
traversed, like a phantom, the dreary vacuity of vaults. 

Pursuit was useless, for the mysterious form glided 
swiftly away and vanished in the darkness. Frank was 
compelled to resign himself with the best grace he could, 
to wait until the service should be ended. As the con- 
gregation dispersed, Andrew exclaimed: " See yonder is 
worthy Mr. MacVittie and Mrs. MacVittie and Miss 
Alison MacVittie and Mr. Thamas MacFin, that they 
say is to marry Miss Alison, if a' bowls right — she'll hae 
a hantle siller if she's no that bonny." 

Mr. MacVittie was a tall, thin, elderly man, with 
hard features, thick gray eyebrows, light eyes, and, as 
Frank imagined, a sinister expression of countenance. 
Frank decided not to address himself directly to this 
gentleman, as he had first intended, but to send Andrew 
to inquire at Mr. MacVittie's house the address of Mr. 
Owen, charging him not to mention the person from 
whom he received the commission. 

In the afternoon Frank shut himself up in his apart- 
ment at the inn, and having dismissed Andrew to go to 
St. Enoch's Kirk, set himself earnestly to consider what 
was best to be done, and to while away the hours until 
the time when he should keep the appointment with his 
strange friend — or foe. But, having once seriously de- 



ROB ROY. 123 

termined to keep this engagement, his impatience got the 
better of him and he sallied forth, several hours before 
the appointed time. At length, as he paced the bridge 
across the Clyde, the city clock tolled the hour of mid- 
night, and the echo of the last stroke had scarce ceased 
to sound, when a figure beneath the middle size, strong, 
thick-set and muscular, wrapped in a horseman's cloak, 
passed along the bridge from the southern side of the 
river. Frank advanced, slackened his pace as he came 
near to the man, in expectation that he would address 
him; but to his disappointment the figure passed on, 
without speaking, to the northern end of the bridge. 
He then paused, looked back, turned around and again 
advanced toward Frank, who resolved to address him 
this time. 

" You walk late, sir," said he. 

" I bide tryste," was the reply; " and so I think do 
3^ou, Mr. Osbaldistone." 

" You are then the person who requested to meet me 
here at this unusual hour? " 

" I am," he replied. " Follow me and you shall 
know my reasons." 

" Before following you, I must know your name and 
purpose," Frank answered. 

" I am a man," was the reply; " and my purpose is 
friendly to you." 

"A man!" Frank repeated; "that is a very brief 
description." 

" It will serve for one who has no other to give," said 
the stranger. " He that is without name, without 
friends, without coin, without country, is still at least a 
man; and he that hath all these is no more." 



;[24: I^OB ROY. 

^' Yet this is still too general an account of yourself, 
to say the least of it, to establish your credit with a 
stranger." 

^' It is all I mean to give, howsoe'er; you may choose 
to follow me, or to remain without the information I 
desire to afford you." 

" Can you not give me that information here ? " 
Frank demanded. 

" You must receive it from your eyes, not from my 
tongue — you must follow me, or remain in ignorance of 
the information which I have to give you." 

There was something short, determined, and even 
stern, in the man's manner, not certainly well calculated 
to conciliate undoubting confidence. 

"What is it you fear?" he said impatiently. "To 
whom, think ye, is your life of such consequence, that 
they should seek to bereave ye of it? " 

" I fear nothing," Frank replied firmly, though some- 
what hastily. " Walk on — I attend you." 

They proceeded to re-enter the town, and glided like 
mute spectres, side by side, up its empty and silent 
streets. The high and gloomy stone fronts, with the 
variegated ornaments and pediments of the windows, 
looked yet taller and more sable by the imperfect moon- 
shine. Their walk was for some minutes in perfect si- 
lence. At length Frank's conductor spoke. 

" Are you afraid ? " 

" I retort your own words," Frank replied; " where 
fore should I fear?" 

" Because you are with a stranger — perhaps an ene- 
my, in a place where you have no friends and many 



ROB ROY. 125 

"I neither fear you nor them; I am young, active, 
and armed." 

" I am not armed," replied the conductor; " but no 
matter, a willing hand never lacked weapon. You say 
you fear nothing; but if you knew who was by your side, 
perhaps you might underlie a tremor." 

" And why should I? " replied Frank. " I again re- 
peat, I fear naught that you can do." 

" Naught that I can do? — Be it so. But do you not 
fear the consequences of being found with one whose 
very name whispered in this lonely street would make 
the stones themselves rise up to apprehend him — on 
whose head half the men in Glasgow would build their 
fortune as on a found treasure, had they the luck to 
grip him by the collar — the sound of whose appre- 
hension were as welcome at the Cross of Edinburgh 
as ever the news of a field stricken and won in Flan- 
ders ? " 

" And who then are you, whose name should create so 
deep a feeling of terror? " Frank replied. 

'' Xo enemy of yours, since I am conveying you to a 
place where, were I myself recognized and identified, 
iron to the heels and hemp to the craig would be my 
brief dooming." 

Frank paused and stood still on the pavement, draw- 
ing back so as to have the most perfect view of his com- 
panion which the light afforded, and which was sufficient 
to guard against any sudden motion of assault. 

" Y^ou have said," Frank answered, " either too much 
or too little — too much to induce me to confide in you 
as a mere stranger, since you avow yourself a person 
amenable to the laws of the country in which we are — 



126 ROB EOY. 

and too little, unless you could show that you are un- 
justly subjected to their rigor." 

As he ceased to speak, the man made a step toward 
him. Frank drew back instinctively, and laid his hand 
on the hilt of his sword. 

"What?" said the stranger, "on an unarmed man, 
and your friend? " 

" I am yet ignorant if you are either the one or the 
other," Frank replied; " and to say the truth, your lan- 
guage and manner might well entitle me to doubt both." 

" It is manfully spoken," replied his conductor; 
" and I respect him whose hand can keep his head. I 
will be frank and free with you — I am conveying you to 
prison." 

"To prison!" Frank exclaimed; "by what warrant 
or for what offense? You shall have my life sooner 
than my liberty — I defy you, and I will not follow you 
a step farther." 

" I do not," he said, " carry you there as a prisoner; 
I am," he added, drawing himself haughtily up, "' neither 
a messenger nor sheriff's officer. I carry you to see a 
prisoner from whose lips you will learn the risk in which 
you presently stand. Your liberty is little risked by the 
visit; mine is in some peril; but that I readily encounter 
on your account, for I care not for risk, and I love a free 
young blood, that kens no protector but the cross o' the 
sword." 

While he spoke thus, they had reached the principal 
street, and were pausing before a large building of hewn 
stone, garnished with gratings of iron before the win- 
dows. 

" Muckle," said the stranger, whose language became 



ROB ROY. 127 

more broadly national as he assumed a tone of colloquial 
freedom — " muckle wad the provost and bailies o' Glas- 
gow gie to hae him sitting within iron garters to his 
hose within their tolbooth that now stands wi' his legs 
as free as the red-deer's on the outside on't. And little 
wad it avail them; for an if they had me there wi' a 
Stan's weight o' iron at every ankle, I would show them 
a toom room and a lost lodger before to-morrow. But 
come on, what stint ye for? " 

As he spoke thus, he tapped a low wicket, and was 
answered by a sharp voice, as of one awakened from 
a dream or reverie — " Fa's tat? — Wh,a's that, I wad say? 
— and fat a deil want ye at this hour at e'en? — Clean 
again rules — clean again rules, as they ca' them." 

The protracted tone in which the last words were 
uttered betokened that the speaker was again composing 
himself to slumber. But Frank's guide spoke in a loud 
whisper: " Dougal, man I hae ye forgotten Ha nun Gre- 
garach ? " 

" Deil a bit, deil a bit," was the ready and lively re- 
sponse, and the internal guardian of the prison-gate 
bustled up with great alacrity. A few words were ex- 
changed between the conductor and the turnkey in a 
language of which Frank was an absolute stranger. The 
bolts revolved, but with a caution which marked the ap- 
prehension that the noise might be overheard, and they 
stood within the vestibule of the prison of Glasgow. 



CHAPTER XYI. 

Look round thee, young Astolpho : Here's the place 
Which men (for being poor) are sent to starve in ; 
Rude remedy, I trow, for sore disease. 
Within these walls, stifled by damp and stench, 
Doth Hope's fair torch expire ; and at the snuff. 
Ere yet 'tis quite extinct, rude, wild, and wayward, 
The desperate revelries of wild despair, 
Kindling their hell-born cressets, light to deeds 
That the poor captive would have died ere practiced, 
Till bondage sunk his soul to his condition. 

The Prison, Scene III, Act I. 

Frank turned an eager glance toward his con- 
ductor; but the lamp in the vestibule was too low in 
flame to give his curiosity any satisfaction by affording 
a distinct perusal of his features. As the turnkey held 
the light in his hand, the beams fell more full on his 
own scarce less interesting figure. He was a wild, shock- 
headed looking animal, whose profusion of red hair cov- 
ered and obscured his features, which were otherwise 
only characterized by the extravagant joy that affected 
him at the sight of Frank's guide. He grinned, he 
shivered, he laughed, he was near crying, if he did not 
actually cry. He had a " Where shall I go ? — What 
can I do for you ? " expression of face. The fellow's 
voice seemed choking in his ecstasy, and only could ex- 
press itself in such interjections as " Oigh! oigh! — Ay! 
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ROB ROY. 129 

ay! — it's lang since she's seen ye! " and other exclama- 
tions equally brief, expressed in the same unknown 
tongue. Frank's guide received all this excess of joyful 
gratulation much like a prince too early accustomed 
to the homage of those around him to be much moved 
by it, yet willing to requite it by the usual form of royal 
courtesy. He extended his hand graciously toward the 
turnkey, with civil inquiry of " How's a' wi' you, Dou- 
gal?" 

'" Oigh! oigh!" exclaimed Dougal, softening the 
sharp exclamation of his surprise as he looked around 
with an eye of watchful alarm — ''oigh! to see you here 
— to see you here! — oigh! — what will come o' ye gin the 
bailies suld come to get witting — ta filthy, gutty hal- 
lions, tat they are? " 

The guide placed his finger on his lip, and said: 
" Fear nothing, Dougal; your hands shall never draw a 
bolt on me." 

" Tat sail they no," said Dougal; '^ she suld — she 
wad — that is, she wishes them hacked aff by the elbows 
first. But when are ye gaun yonder again? and ye'U 
no forget to let her ken — she's your puir cousin, God 
kens, only seven times removed." 

" I will let you ken, Dougal, as soon as my plans are 
settled." 

" And, by her sooth, when you do, an it were twal o' 
the Sunday at e'en, she'll fling her keys at the provost's 
head or she gie them anither turn, and that or ever Mon- 
day morning begins — see if she winna." 

The mysterious stranger cut his acquaintance's ec- 
stasies short by again addressing him, explaining the 
services which he required at his hand. The answer. 



130 ROB ROY. 

" Wi' a' her heart — wi' a' her soul/' with a good deal of 
indistinct muttering in a similar tone, intimated the 
turnkey's acquiescence in what he proposed. The fellow 
trimmed his d3'ing lamp, and made a sign to Frank to 
follow him. 

"Do you not go with us?" said Frank, looking to 
his conductor. 

"It is unnecessary," he replied; "my company may 
be inconvenient for you, and I had better remain to se- 
cure our retreat." 

" I do not suppose you mean to betray me to dan- 
ger," said Frank. 

" To none but what I partake in doubly," answered 
the stranger, with a voice of assurance which it was im- 
possible to mistrust. 

Frank followed the turnkey, who led him up a turn- 
pil'e (so the Scotch call a winding stair), then along a 
narrow gallery — then opening one of several doors 
which led into the passage, he ushered him into a small 
apartment, and casting his eye on the pallet-bed which 
occupied one corner, said with an under voice, as he 
placed the lamp on a little table, " She's sleeping." 

" She! — who? — can it be Diana Vernon in this abode 
of misery? " 

Frank turned his eye to the bed, and it was with a 
mixture of disappointment, oddly mingled with pleasure, 
that he saw his first suspicion had deceived him. He 
saw a head neither young nor beautiful, garnished with 
a gray beard of two days' growth, and accommodated 
with a red nightcap. As the slumberer awoke from a 
heavy sleep, yawned, and rubbed his eyes, Frank recog- 
nized the features of his poor friend Owen. 



ROB ROY. 131 

Tlie unfortunate formalist, raising himself from the 
pallet-bed with the assistance of one hand, and scratch- 
ing his cap with the other, exclaimed in a voice in which 
as much peevishness as he was capable of feeling, con- 
tended with drowsiness, " I'll tell you what, Mr. Dug- 
well, or whatever your name may be, the sum-total of 
the matter is, that if my natural rest is to be broken in 
this manner, I must complain to the lord mayor." 

" Shentlemans to speak wi' her," replied Dougal, 
resuming the true dogged sullen tone of a turnkey, in ex- 
change for the shrill clang of Highland congratulation 
with which he had welcomed the mysterious guide; and, 
turning on his heel, he left the apartment. 

It was some time before Frank could prevail upon 
the unfortunate sleeper awakening to recognize him; 
and when he did so, the distress of the worthy creature 
was extreme, at supposing, which he naturally did, that 
Frank had been sent thither as a partner of his cap- 
tivity. 

" Mr. Frank, what have you brought yourself and 
the house to? I think nothing of myself, that am a 
mere cipher, so to speak; but you, that was your father's 
sum-total — his omnium — you that might have been the 
first man in the first house in the first city, to be shut up 
in a nasty Scotch jail, where one can not even get the 
dirt brushed off his clothes! " 

He rubbed, with an air of peevish irritation, the once 
stainless brown coat, which had now shared some of the 
impurities of the floor of his prison-house — his habits 
of extreme punctilious neatness acting mechanically to 
increase his distress. " Heaven, be gracious to us! " 
he continued. " What news this will be on 'Change! 



132 ROB ROY. 

There has not the hke come there since the battle of Al- 
manza, where the total of the British loss was summed 
up to five thousand men killed and wounded, besides a 
floating balance of missing — but what will that be to the 
news that Osbaldistone and Tresham have stopped! '^ 

Frank broke in on his lamentations to tell him that 
he was no prisoner, and at length succeeded in quieting 
him sufficiently to obtain such information concerning 
his father's affairs as he was able to give. It was to the 
effect that of the two correspondents of the house of Os- 
baldistone and Tresham, in Glasgow, both Mr. Osbaldi- 
stone and Owen had found the house of MacVittie, Mac- 
Fin and Company more obliging than Mr. Nicol Jarvie, 
the other correspondent, who disliked the English as 
much as Mr. Osbaldistone did the Scotch; was extremely 
tenacious of his own opinions, and was totally indiffer- 
ent, though the authority of all Lombard Street had 
stood against his own private opinion. Therefore, Mr. 
Owen, upon his arrival in Glasgow, had not hesitated to 
go directly to MacVittie, MacFin and Company and to 
them state his difficulties. The partners immediately 
examined their ledger, and on finding that the financial 
scale depressed considerably against the English firm, 
grew cold in their treatment of Owen and refused direct- 
ly any assistance, demanding instead, instant security 
against imminent hazard of eventual loss. 

Owen, having a small share in the house to which he 
acted as head clerk, was personally liable for all its ob- 
ligations. Messrs. MacVittie and MacFin, knowing this, 
caused Owen to be arrested and imprisoned, under a 
Scottish law providing for such arrest when the creditor 
makes oath that the debtor meditates departing from 



ROB ROY. 133 

the realm. As a last recourse Owen had that morning 
sent a letter to Mr. Xicol Jarvie, but without hope of 
help; for if the smooth-tongued and civil house of Mac- 
Yittie, MacFin and Company had treated him so hardly, 
what could be expected from the cross-grained Mr. 
Jarvie? 

In the midst of Frank's interview with his poor 
friend Owen, a loud knocking at the outer door of the 
prison was heard. Presently Frank's mysterious guide 
bounded into the apartment, looked hastily about for 
some place of concealment, but finding none he stripped 
off his coat, and, assuming an attitude of defense, boldly 
stationed himself in front of the door. Within a short 
space of time a good-looking young woman ushered into 
the apartment a more important personage — stout, short, 
and somewhat corpulent, and by dignity, as it soon ap- 
peared, a magistrate. At his appearance Frank's con- 
ductor drew back as if to escape observation. 

The magistrate hastily reconnoitcred the apartment, 
and then proceeded to chide the jailer for his negligence 
in the following terms: 

^' A bonny thing it is, and a beseeming, that I should 
be kept at the door half an hour. Captain Stanchells," 
said he, addressing the principal jailer, who now showed 
himself at the door as if in attendance on the great man, 
" knocking as hard to get into the tolbooth as onybody 
else wad to get out of it, could that avail them, poor 
fallen creatures! And how's this? how's this? strangers 
in jail after lock-up hours, and on the Sabbath even- 
ing. I shall look after this, Stanchells, you may de- 
pend on't. Keep the door locked, and I'll speak to these 
gentlemen in a gliffing. But first I maun hae a crack wi' 
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134 I^OB HOY. 

an auld acquaintance here. — Mr. Owen^ Mr. Owen, how's 
a' wi' ye, man ? " 

" Pretty well in body, I thank you, Mr. Jarvie/' 
drawled out poor Owen, ^' but sore afflicted in spirit." 

" Nae doubt, nae doubt — ay, ay — it's an awf u' 
whummle — and for ane that held his head sae high too — 
human nature, human nature. Ay, ay, we're a' subject 
to a downcome. Mr. Osbaldistone is a gude honest gen- 
tleman; but I aye said he was ane o' them wad make a 
spune or spoil a horn, as my father the worthy deacon 
used to say. The deacon used to say to me, ' Nick — 
young Xick ' (his name was Nicol as weel as mine; sae 
folk ca'd us in their daffin'. Young Nick and Auld Nick) 
— ^ Nick,' said he ' never put out your arm farther than 
ye can draw it easily back again.' I hae said sae to Mr. 
Osbaldistone, and he didna seem to take it a'thegither sae 
kind as I wished; but it was weel meant — weel meant. 
But cheer up a gliff! D'ye think I wad hae comed 
out at twal o'clock at night, and amaist broken the Lord's 
day, just to tell a fa'en man o' his backslidings ? Na, 
na, that's no Bailie Jarvie's gate, nor was't his worthy 
father's the deacon afore him. Why, man ! it's my rule 
never to think on warldly business on the Sabbath, and 
though I did a' I could to keep your note that I gat this 
morning out o' my head, yet I thought mair on it a' 
day than on the preaching. And it's my rule to gang to 
my bed wi' the yellow curtains preceesely at ten o'clock 
— unless I were eating a haddock wi' a neighbor, or a 
neighbor wi' me — ask the lass-quean there if it isna a 
fundamental rule in my household; and here I hae sit- 
ten up reading gude books, and gaping as if I wad swal- 
low St.Enox Kirk, till it chappit twal, whilk was a lawfu' 



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hour to gie a look at my ledger, just to see how things 
stood between us; and then, as time and tide wait for 
no man, I made the lass get the lantern, and came slip- 
ping my ways here to see what can be done anent your 
afTairs. Bailie Jarvie can command entrance into the 
tolbooth at ony hour, day or night; sae could my father 
the deacon in his time, honest man, praise to his mem- 
ory." 

Mr. Jarvie, sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully 
examined some papers which he had asked for, and 
which Owen had fortunately been able to supply. When 
the magistrate had mastered the contents of the papers, 
he addressed himself to Mr. Owen as follows: 

" Weel, Mr. Owen, weel — your house are awin' certain 
sums to Messrs. MacYittie and MacFin (shame fa' their 
souple snouts! they made that and mair out o' a bargain 
about the aik-woods at Glen-Cailziechat, that they took 
out atween my teeth — wi' help o' your gude word, I 
maun needs say, Mr. Owen — but that makes nae odds 
now). Weel, sir, your house awes them this siller; and 
for this, and relief of other engagements they stand in 
for you, they hae putten a double turn o' Stanchells' 
muckle-key on ye. Weel, sir, ye awe this siller — and 
maybe ye awe some mair to some other body too — maybe 
ye awe some to myself. Bailie Xicol Jarvie." 

" I can not deny, sir, but the balance may of this date 
be brought out against us, Mr. Jarvie," said Owen; " but 
you'll please to consider " 

" I hae nae time to consider e'enow, Mr. Owen — sae 
near Sabbath at e'en and out o' ane's warm bed at this 
time o' night, and a sort o' drow in the air besides — 
there's nae time for considering. But, sir, as I was say- 



136 ROB ROY. 

ing, 3'e awe me money — it winna deny — ye awe me 
money, less or mair, I'll stand by it. But then, Mr. 
Owen, I canna see how you, an active man that un- 
derstands business, can redd out the business ye're come 
down about, and clear us a' aff — as I have gritt hope 
ye will — if ye're keepit lying here in the tolbooth of 
Glasgow. jSTow, sir, if you can find caution judicio 
sisti — that is, that ye winna flee the country, but ap- 
pear and relieve your caution when ca'd for in our 
legal courts, ye may be set at liberty this verv morn- 
ing." 

" Mr. Jarvie," said Owen, " if any friend would be- 
come surety for me to that effect, my liberty might be 
usefully employed doubtless, both for the house and all 
connected with it." 

" Aweel, sir," continued Jarvie, " and doubtless such 
a friend wad expect ye to appear when ca'd on, and re- 
lieve him o' his engagement." 

" And I should do so as certainly, bating sickness or 
death, as that two and two make four." 

" Aweel, Mr. Owen," resumed the citizen of Glasgow, 
" I dinna misdoubt ye, and I'll prove it, sir — I'll prove 
it. I am a carefu' man, as is weel ken'd, and industri- 
ous, as the hale town can testify; and I can win my 
crowns, and keep my crowns, and count my crowns, wi' 
onybody in the Saut Market, or it may be in the Gallow- 
gate. And I'm a prudent man, as my father the deacon 
was before me; but rather than an honest civil gentleman, 
that understands business, and is willing to do justice to 
all men, should lie by the heels this gate, unable to help 
himself or onybody else, why, conscience, man! I'll be 
your bail myself — but ye'll mind it's a bail judicio sisti. 



ROB ROY. 137 

as our town clerk says, not judicatum solvi; ye'U mind 
that, for there's muckle dilTerence/' 

Mr. Owen assured him that, as matters then stood, he 
could not expect any one to become surety for the actual 
payment of a debt, but that there was not the most dis- 
tant cause for apfprehending loss from his failing to pre- 
sent himself when lawfully called upon. 

*' I believe ye — I believe ye. Eneugh said — eneugh 
said. We'se hae your legs loose by breakfast-time. 
And now let's hear what thir chamber chiels o' yours 
hae to say for themselves, or how, in the name of unrule, 
they got here at this time o' night." 



CHAPTER XVII. 

Hame came our gudeinan at e'en, 

And hame came he, 
And there he saw a man 

Where a man suldna be. 
" How's this now, kimmer ? 

How's this?" quo he— 
*' How came this carle here 

Without the leave o' me f " 

Old Song. 

The magistrate took the light out of the servant- 
maid's hand, and advanced to his scrutiny, like Diogenes 
in the street of Athens, lantern in hand, and probably 
with as little expectation as that of the cynic that he was 
likely to encounter any especial treasure in the course 
of his researches. The first whom he approached was 
the mysterious guide, who, seated on a table with his eyes 
firmly fixed on the wall, his features arranged into the 
utmost inflexibility of expression, his hands folded on his 
breast with an air betwixt carelessness and defiance, his 
heel patting against the foot of the table, to keep time 
with the tune which he continued to whistle, submitted 
to Mr. Jarvie's investigation with an air of absolute 
confidence and assurance, which for a moment placed 
at fault the memory and sagacity of the acute investi- 
gator. 

''Ah! Eh! Oh!" exclaimed the Bailie. "My 
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ROB ROY. 139 

conscience! — it's impossible! — and yet — no! Con- 
science! — it canna be! — and yet again — Deil hae me, 
tliat I suld say sae! Ye robber — ye cateran — ye born 
deevil that ye are, to a' bad ends and nae gude ane! — can 
this be you? " 

" E'en as ye see, Bailie," was the laconic answer. 

" Conscience! if I am na clean biimbaized — yuu, ye 
cheat-the-wuddy rogue — you here on your venture in the 
tolbooth o' Glasgow? What d'ye think's the value o' 
your head ? " 

"Umph! why, fairly weighed, and Dutch weight, 
it might weigh down one provost's, four bailies', a town- 
clerk's, six deacons', besides stent-masters' " 

" Ah, ye reiving villian ! " interrupted Mr. Jarvie. 
" But tell ower your sins, and prepare ye, for if I say the 
word " 

" True, Bailie," said he who was thus addressed, 
folding his hands behind him with the utmost 7ion- 
clialance, " but ye will never say that word." 

"And why suld I not, sir?" exclaimed the magis- 
trate — "why suld I not? Answer me that — why suld 
I not?" 

" For three sufficient reasons. Bailie Jarvie. First, 
for auld langsyne; second, for the sake of the auld wife 
ayont the fire at Stuckavrallachan, that made some mix- 
ture of our bluids, to my own proper shame be it spoken ! 
that has a cousin wi' accounts, and yarn winnles, and 
looms and shuttles, like a mere mechanical person; and 
lastly. Bailie, because if I saw a sign o' your betraying 
me, I would plaster that wa' with your harns ere the 
hand of man could rescue you! " 

" Ye're a bauld, desperate villain, sir," retorted the 



lJ-0 ROB ROY. 

undaunted Bailie ; " and ye ken that I ken ye to be 
sae, and that I wadna stand a moment for my ain 
risk/^ 

" I ken weel/' said the other, " ye hae gentle bluid 
in your veins, and I wad be laith to hurt my ain kinsman. 
But I'll gang out here as free as I came in, or the very 
wa's o' Glasgow tolbooth shall tell o't these ten years to 
come." 

" Weel, weel,'' said Mr. Jarvie, " bluid's thicker than 
water; and it liesna in kith, kin, and ally to see motes 
in ilka other's een if other een see them no. It wad be 
sair news to the auld wife below the Ben of Stuckavralla- 
chan, that you, ye Hieland limmer, had knockit out my 
harns, or that I had kilted you uj) in a tow. But ye'll 
own, ye dour deevil, that were it no your very sell, I wad 
hae grippit the best man in the Hielands." 

" Ye wad hae tried, cousin," answered my guide, 
" that I wot weel; but I doubt ye wad hae come aff wi' 
the short measure; for we gang-there-out Hieland bodies 
are an unchancy generation when you speak "to us o' 
bondage. We downa bide the coercion of gude braid- 
claith about our hinderlans, let a be breeks o' free-stone 
and garters o' iron." 

" Ye'll find the stane breeks and the airn garters — 
ay, and the hemp cravat, for a' that, neighbor," replied 
the Bailie. " ]^ae man in a civilized country ever played 
the pliskies ye hae done — but e'en pickle in your ain 
pock-neuk. I hae gi'en ye warning." 

" Well, cousin," said the other, " ye'll wear black at 
my burial." 

" Deil a black cloak will be there, Eobin, but the 
corbies and the hoodie-craws, I'se gie ye my hand on 



ROB ROY. 141 

that. But whar's the gude thousand pund Scots that I 
lent ye, man, and when am I to see it again? '' 

" Where it is," replied the guide, after the affectation 
of considering for a moment, '^ I can not justly tell — 
probably where last year's snaw is." 

" And that's on the tap of Schehallion, ye Hieland 
dog," said Mr. Jarvie; " and I look for payment frae 
you where ye stand." 

" Ay," replied the Highlander, " but I keep neither 
snaw nor dollars in my sporran. And as to when you'll 
see it — why, just when the king enjoys his ain again, as 
the auld sang says." 

" Warst of a', Eobin," retorted the Glaswegian — "I 
mean, ye dislo3'al traitor — warst of a'! wad ye bring 
popery in on us, and arbitrary power, and a foist and a 
warming-pan, and tlie set forms, and the curates, and 
the auld enormities o' surplices and cerements? Ye had 
better stick to your auld trade o' theft-boot, blackmail, 
spreaghs, and gillravaging — better stealing nowte than 
ruining nations." 

" Hout, man — whisht wi' your whiggery," answered 
the Celt; " we hae ken'd ane anither mony a lang day. 
I'se take care your counting-room is no cleaned out when 
the Gillon-a-naillie * come to redd up the Glasgow 
buiths, and clear them o' their auld shop wares. And, 
unless it just fa' in the preceese way o' your duty, ye 
maunna see me oftener, Nicol, than I am disposed to 
be seen." 

" Ye are a dauring villain, Eob," answered the Bailie; 
" and ye will be hanged, that will be seen and heard tell 

* The lads with the kilts or petticoats. 



142 ROB ROY. 

o'; but I'se ne'er be the ill bird and foul my nest, set 
apart strong necessity and the skreigh of duty, which 
no man should hear and be inobedient. — x\nd wha the 
deeviFs this? '' he continued, turning to Frank. " Some 
gillravager that ye hae listed, I daur say. He looks as 
if he had a bauld heart to the highway, and a lang craig 
for the gibbet.'' 

" This, good Mr. Jarvie," said Owen, who had been 
struck dumb during this strange recognition, and no 
less strange dialogue, which took place betwixt these 
extraordinary kinsmen — " this, good Mr. Jarvie, is 
young Mr. Frank Osbaldistone, only child of the head of 
our house, who should have been taken into our firm at 
the time Mr. Eashleigh Osbaldistone, his cousin, had the 
luck to be taken into it " — (here Owen could not sup- 
press a groan) — " but howsoever " 

" Oh, I have heard of that smaik," said the Scotch 
merchant, interrupting him; " it is he whom your prin- 
cipal, like an obstinate auld fule, wad make a merchant 
o', wad he or wad he no — and the lad turned a strolling 
stage-player, in pure dislike to the labor an honest man 
should live by. Weel, sir, what say you to your handi- 
wark? Will Hamlet the Dane, or Hamlet's ghost, be 
good security for Mr. Owen, sir? " 

" I don't deserve your taunt," Frank replied, 
" though I respect your motive, and am too grateful for 
the assistance you have afforded Mr. Owen to resent it. 
My only business here was to do what I could (it is per- 
haps very little) to aid Mr. Owen in the management of 
my father's affairs. My dislike of the commercial pro- 
fession is a feeling of which I am the best and sole 
judge." 



ROB ROY. 143 

" I protest/' said the Highlander, " I had some re- 
spect for this callant even before I ken'd what was in 
him; but now I honor him for his contempt of weavers 
and spinners, and sic like mechanical persons and their 
pursuits." 

'' Ye're mad, Rob," said the Bailie — " mad as a 
March hare — though wherefore a hare suld be mad at 
March mair than at Martinmas is mair than I can weel 
say. Weavers! Deil shake ye out o' the web the weaver 
craft made. Spinners ! ye'll spin and wind yoursel a 
bonny pirn. xVnd this young birkie here, that ye're 
hooing and hounding on the sh,ortest road to the gallows 
and the deevil, will his stage-plays and his poetries help 
him here, d'ye think, ony mair than your deep oaths and 
drawn dirks, ye reprobate that ye are? Will Tityre tu 
patulce, as they ca' it, tell him where Eashleigh Osbaldi- 
stone is? or Macbeth, and all his kernes and galla-glasses, 
and your awn to boot, Rob, procure him five thousand 
pounds to answer the bills which fall due ten days hence, 
were they a' rouped at the Cross — basket-hilts, Andra- 
Ferraras, leather targets, brogues, brochan, and spor- 
rans?" 

" Ten days," Frank answered, and instinctively drew 
out Diana Vernon's packet; and the time being elapsed 
during which he was to keep the seal sacred, he hastily 
broke it open. A sealed letter fell from a blank inclo- 
sure. A slight current of wind, which found its way 
through a broken pane of the window, wafted the let- 
ter to Mr. Jarvie's feet, who lifted it, examined the ad- 
dress with unceremonious curiosity, and handed it 
to his Highland kinsman, saying, " Here's a wind 
has blown a letter to its right owner, though there 



144 ROB ROY. 

were ten thousand chances against its coming to 
hand/' 

The Highlander, having examined the address, broke 
the letter open without the least ceremony. Frank en- 
deavored to interrupt his proceeding. 

" You must satisfy me, sir," said he, " that the let- 
ter is intended for you before I can permit you to peruse 
it." 

" Make yourself quite easy, Mr. Osbaldistone," re- 
plied the mountaineer with great composure; " remem- 
ber Justice Inglewood, Clerk Jobson, Mr. Morris — 
above all, remember your vera humble servant, Eobert 
Cawmil, and the beautiful Diana Vernon. Eemem- 
ber all this, and doubt no longer that the letter is for 
me." 

Presently he said: " It's a kittle cast she has gien me 
to play; but yet it's fair play, and I winna baulk her. 
Mr. Osbaldistone, I dwell not very far from hence — my 
kinsman can show you the way. Leave Mr. Owen to do 
the best he can in Glasgow; do you come and see me in 
the glens, and it's like I may pleasure you, and stead your 
father in his extremity. I am but a poor man; but wit's 
better than wealth. — And cousin " (turning to Mr. Jar- 
vie), " if ye daur venture sae muckle as to eat a dish of 
Scotch collops, and a leg o' red-deer venison wi' me, 
come ye wi' this Sassenach gentleman as far as Drymen 
or Bucklivie — or the Clachan of x\berfoil will be better 
than ony o' them — and I'll hae somebody waiting to 
weise ye the gate to the place where I may be for the 
time. What say ye, man? There's my thumb, I'll ne'er 
beguile thee." 

" Na, na, Eobin," said the cautious burgher, " I sel- 



ROB ROY. 145 

dom like to leave the Gorbals; * I have nae freedom to 
gang among your wild hills, Robin, and your kilted red- 
shanks; it disna become my place, man." 

"The devil damn your place and you baith! " re- 
iterated Campbell. " The only drap o' gentle bluid 
that's in your body was our great-granduncle's that was 
justified f at Dumbarton, and you set yourself up to say 
ye wad derogate frae your place to visit me! Hark thee, 
man — I owe thee a day in harst; I'll pay up your thou- 
san pund Scots, plack and bawbee, gin ye'll be an hon- 
est fallow for anes, and just daiker up the gate wi' this 
Sassenach." 

" Hout awa' wi' your gentility," replied the Bailie; 
" carry your gentle bluid to the Cross, and see what ye'll 
buy wi't. But, if I luere to come, wad ye really and 
soothfastly pay me the siller? " 

" I swear to ye," said the Highlander, " upon the 
halidome of him that sleeps beneath the gray stane at 
Inch-Cailleach." | 

" Say nae mair, Robin — say nae mair; we'll see 
what may be dune. But ye maunna expect me to gang 
ower the Highland line. I'll gae beyond the line at no 
rate. Ye maun meet me about Bucklivie or the Clachan 
of Aberfoil — and dinna forget the needful." 

" Xae fear — nae fear," said Campbell; " I'll be as 

* The Oorhals, or " suburbs," are situate on the south side of 
the river. 

+ Executed for treason. 

X Inch-Cailleach is an island in Loch Lomond, where the clan 
of MacGregor were wont to be interred, and where their sepulchres 
may still be seen. It formerly contained a nunnery; hence the 
name of Inch-Cailleach, or the island of Old Women. 



146 ROB ROY. 

true as the steel blade that never failed its master. But 
I must be budging, cousin, for the air o' Glasgow tol- 
booth is no that ower salutary to a Highlander's consti- 
tution.'' 

" Troth," replied the merchant, " and if my duty 
were to be dune, ye couldna change your atmosphere, 
as the minister ca's it, this ae wee while. Ochon, 
that I suld ever be concerned in aiding and abetting 
an escape f rae justice ! It will be a shame and disgrace 
to me and mine, and my very father's memory for- 
ever." 

" Hout tout, man! let that flee stick in the wa'," an- 
swered his kinsman; " when the dirt's dry it will rub 
out. Your father, honest man, could look ower a 
friend's fault as weel as anither." 

" Y"e may be right, Robin," replied the bailie, after 
a moment's reflection; " he was a considerate man, the 
deacon; he ken'd we had a' our frailties, and he lo'ed his 
friends. YVll no hae forgotten him, Eobin?" This 
question he put in a softened tone, conveying as much 
at least of the ludicrous as the pathetic. 

"Forgotten him!" replied his kinsman — "what 
suld ail me to forget him? — a wapping weaver he was, 
and wrought my first pair o' hose. But come awa', kins- 
man — 

* Come, fill up my cap, come, fill up my cann, 
Come, saddle my horses, and call up my man ; 
Come, open your gates, and let me gae free ; 
I daurna stay langer in bonny Dundee.' " 

"Whisht, sir! " said the magistrate, in an authorita- 
tive tone — ^ lilting and singing sae near the latter end o' 
the Sabbath! This house may hear ye sing anither 



ROB ROY. 147 

tune yet. Aweel, we hae a' baekslidings to answer for 
— Stanchells, open the door." 

The jailer obeyed, and they all sallied forth. Stan- 
chells looked with some surprise at the two strangers, 
wondering, doubtless, how they came into these premises 
without his knowledge; but Mr. Jarvie's " Friends o' 
mine, Stanchells — friends o' mine," silenced all disposi- 
tion to inquiries. They now descended into the lower 
vestibule, and hallooed more than once for Dougal, to 
which summons no answer was returned; when Camp- 
bell observed with a sardonic smile, " That if Dougal 
was the lad he kent him, he would scarce wait to get 
thanks for his ain share of the night's wark, but was in 
all probability on the full trot to the pass of Balla- 
maha " 

'* And left us — and, abune a', me, mysel, locked up 
in the tolbooth a' night! " exclaimed the Bailie, in ire 
and perturbation. " Ca' for forehammers, sledge-ham- 
mers, pinches, and coulters; send for Deacon Yettlin, 
the smith, an' let him ken that Bailie Jarvie's shut up in 
the tolbooth by a Highland blackguard, whom he'll hang 
up as high as Haman " 

" When ye catch him," said Campbell gravely; " but 
stay — the door is surely not locked." 

Indeed, on examination, they found that the door 
was not only left open, but that Dougal in his retreat 
had, by carrying off the keys along with him, taken care 
that no one should exercise his office of porter in a 
hurry. 

" He has glimmerings o' common sense now, that 
creature Dougal," said Campbell; "he ken'd an open 
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148 ROB ROY. 

They were by this time in the street. 

" I tell you, Robin/^ said the magistrate, " in my 
puir mind, if ye live the life ye do, ye suld hae ane o' your 
gillies doorkeeper in every jail in Scotland, in case o' 
the warst." 

" Ane o' my kinsmen a bailie in ilka burgh will just 
do as weel, cousin Nicol. So, gude-night or good morn- 
ing to ye; and forget not the Clachan of Aberfoil." 

And without waiting for an answer, he sprang to the 
other side of the street, and was lost in darkness.* Im- 
mediately on his disappearance he gave a low whistle of 
peculiar modulation, which was instantly replied to. 

" Hear to the Highland deevils! " said Mr. Jarvie; 
" they think themselves on the skirts of Benlomond al- 
ready, where they may gang whewing and whistling 
about without minding Sunday or Saturday.'^ Here he 
was interrupted by something which fell with a heavy 
clash on the street before them. " Gude guide us! what's 
this, mair o't? Mattie, baud up the lantern. Con- 
science ; if it isna the keys ! Weel, that's just as weel — 
they cost the burgh siller, and there might hae been 
some clavers about the loss o' them. Oh, an Bailie 
Grahame were to get a word o' this night's job, it would 
be a sair hair in my neck ! " 

As they were still but a few steps from the tolbooth 
door, they carried back these implements of office and 
consigned them to the head jailer, who, in lieu of the 
usual mode of making good his post by turning the keys, 
was keeping sentry in the vestibule till the arrival of 
some assistant. 

Frank accompanied the honest magistrate to his door, 
and on parting received an urgent invitation to breakfast 



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149 



with the Bailie, and his friend Owen, the next morn- 
ing, when the latter would have been set at liberty. 
Frank now pursued his way to his inn, where after 
repeated knocking he was admitted by Andrew Fair- 
service. 



11 



CHAPTEE XVIII. 

" Will it please your Worship to accept of my poor service ? I 
beseech that I may feed upon your bread, though it be the 
brownest, and drink of your drink, though it be of the smallest • 
for I will do your Worship as much service for forty shillings as 
another man shall for three pounds." 

Greene's Tu Quoque. 

Andrew Fairseryice had become much worried at 
Frank's continued absence on the preceding evening, and 
conceived it his duty to go to the magistrate to procure 
an order to send the crier through the town after his 
young master. And he, the town-crier, and a worthy 
Mr. Hammorgaw were planning, over a cog of ale, the 
form of the proclamation to be made through the city, 
when Frank's loud knocking interrupted them. Frank 
had already learned through Mr. Jarvie of Andrew's 
officious act in his behalf, and feeling much displeased 
at his impertinent interference, had decided to dismiss 
him, but Andrew's exclamations of joy at his return 
both softened and at the same time irritated him, so 
that he slammed the door in the face of his offending 
servant and decided to delay his dismissal until the fol- 
lowing day. Accordingly, the next morning he paid 
Andrew for his services as guide from Osbaldistone Hall 
to Glasgow, and told him that he should no longer need 
him. But Andrew, partly from a real fondness for his 
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ROB ROY. 151 

young master, and more, probably, because he was well 
aware that Frank was very generous in disposition, and 
that it would be hard to find a better position — or one as 
good, in fact — refused to be dismissed so suddenly. He 
begged so hard and persistently to be retained in his 
service that Frank at length relented, and with a lecture 
on his future behavior permitted Andrew to remain. 

Having transacted this business, Frank wended his 
more at liberty, and refreshed by a clean toilet — and 
the appointed breakfast were awaiting him. In the 
course of the repast Frank took advantage of a pause to 
make some inquiries concerning his guide of the previ- 
ous night: 

" Pray, by the bye, Mr. Jarvie, who may this Mr. 
Robert Campbell be, whom we met with last night ? " 

The interrogatory seemed to strike the honest magis- 
trate, to use the vulgar phrase, " all of a heap," and in- 
stead of answering, he returned the question — " Whae's 
Mr. Robert Campbell? — ahem! ahay! Whae's Mr. Rob- 
ert Campbell, quo' he?" 

" Yes," said Frank, " I mean who and what is he? " 

"Why, he's — ahay! — he's — ahem! Where did ye 
meet with Mr. Robert Campbell, as ye ca' him? " 

" I met him by chance," Frank replied, " some 
months ago in the north of England." 

" Ou then; Mr. Osbaldistone," said the BaiHe dog- 
gedly, " ye'll ken as muckle about him as I do." 

" I should suppose not, Mr. Jarvie," he replied; " you 
are his relation, it seems, and his friend." 

" There is some cousin-red between us, doubtless," 
said the Bailie reluctantly; " but we hae seen little o' ilk 
other since Rob gae up the cattle-line o' dealing, poor 



152 TtOB ROY. 

fallow! he was hardly guided by them that might hae 
used him better — and theyhaena made their plack a baw- 
bee o't neither. There's mony ane this day wad rather 
they had never chased puir Robin frae the Cross o' Glas- 
gow; there's mony ane wad rather see him again at the 
table o' three hundred kyloes, than at the head o' thirty 
waur cattle." 

" All this explains nothing to me, Mr. Jarvie, of Mr. 
Campbell's rank, habits of life, and means of subsist- 
ence," Frank replied. 

"Eank?" said Mr. Jarvie; "he's a Hieland gen- 
tleman, nae doubt — better rank need nane to be; and 
for habit, I judge he wears the Hieland habit amang the 
hills, though he has breeks on when he comes to Glas- 
gow; and as for his subsistence, Avhat need we care about 
his subsistence, sae lang as he asks naething from us, ye 
ken? But I hae nae time for clavering about him e'en 
now, because we maun look into your father's concerns 
Avi' all speed." 

So saying, he put on his spectacles, and sat down to 
examine Mr. Owen's states, which the other thought it 
most prudent to communicate to him without reserve. 
Nothing could be more acute and sagacious than the 
views which Mr. Jarvie entertained of the matters sub- 
mitted to his examination; and, to do him justice, it 
was marked by much fairness, and even liberality. He 
scratched his ear indeed repeatedly on observing the bal- 
ance which stood at the debit of Osbaldistone and Tresh- 
am in account with himself personally. 

" It may be a dead loss," he observed; " and, con- 
science! whate'er ane o' your Lombard Street goldsmiths 
may sae to it, it's snell ane in the Saut-Market o' Glas- 



ROB ROY. 153 

gow. It will be a heavy deficit — a staff out o' my bicker, 
I trow. But what then? I trust the house wunna coup 
the crans for a' that's come and gane yet; and if it does, 
I'll never bear sae base a mind as thae corbies in the Gal- 
lowgate — an I am to lose by ye, I'se ne'er deny I hae won 
by ye mony a fair pund sterling. Sae, and it come to 
the warst, I'se e'en lay the head o' the sow to the tail o* 
the grice." 

Frank left Mr. Owen and Mr. Jarvie deep in the 
business affairs of Osbaldistone and Tresham, which 
would probably occupy them all the morning, and, prom- 
ising to return for dinner at one o'clock precisely, sallied 
forth to see the town. He took the route toward the 
college, that he might there be quiet and consider his 
own affairs and arrange on a future line of conduct. He 
wandered from one quadrangle of old-fashioned build- 
ings to another, and from thence to the college yards, 
where, pleased with the solitude of the place, he paced 
to and fro. But presently his meditations were dis- 
turbed by three persons who appeared at the upper end 
of the walk. The central figure of the three he recog- 
nized as Eashleigh Osbaldistone. To address him then 
and there was Frank's first impulse; his second, to watch 
and wait until he was alone. He therefore, the party 
being still at some distance, stepped unobserved behind a 
small hedge which imperfectly screened him from the 
road. Muffling his face in his cloak he was able to meet 
his cousin without observation, or, at least recognition 
from him. As the company approached, Frank was 
startled to recognize in its other two members the Mr. 
Morris, on whose account he had been summoned before 
Justice Inglew^ood, and Mr. MacYittie; for a combina- 



154 ROB ROY. 

tion foreboding more evil to his father's affairs and his 
own could scarce have been formed. At the end of the 
walk Eashleigh and his companions separated, the for- 
mer returning alone along the walk. Frank now pre- 
sented himself in front of his cousin and addressed him: 

" You are well met, sir; I was about to take a long 
and doubtful journey in quest of you." 

" Y^ou know little of him you sought, then/' replied 
Eashleigh, with his usual undaunted composure. " I 
am easily found by my friends — still more easily by my 
foes; your manner compels me to ask in which class I 
must rank Mr. Francis Osbaldistone? " 

" In that of your foes, sir," he answered — " in that 
of your mortal foes, unless you instantly do justice to 
your benefactor, my father, by accounting for his prop- 
erty." 

" And to whom, Mr. Osbaldistone," answered Eash- 
leigh, " am I, a member of your father's commercial es- 
tablishment, to be compelled to give any account of my 
proceedings in those concerns, which are in every respect 
identified with my own? Surely not to a young gentle- 
man whose exquisite taste for literature would render 
such discussions disgusting and unintelligible." 

" Your sneer, sir, is no answer. I will not part with 
you until I have full satisfaction concerning the fraud 
you meditate — you shall go with me before a magis- 
trate." 

" Be it so," said Eashleigh, and made a step or two 
as if to accompany him; then pausing, proceeded: 
" "Were I inclined to do as you would have me, you 
should soon feel which of us had most reason to dread 
the presence of a magistrate. But I have no wish to ac- 



ROB ROY. 155 

celorate your fate. Go, young man ! amuse yourself 
in your world of poetical inuiginations, and leave the 
business of life to those who understand and can con- 
duct it." 

His intention was to provoke Frank, and he succeed- 
ed. " Mr. Osbaldistone," he said, "' this tone of calm 
insolence shall not avail you. You ought to be aware 
that the name we both bear never submitted to insult, 
and shall not in my person be exposed to it." 

" You remind me," said Rashleigh, with one of his 
blackest looks, " that it was dishonored in my person! — 
and you remind me also by whom! Do you think I have 
forgotten the evening at Osbaldistone Hall when you 
cheaply and with impunity played the bully at my ex- 
pense? For that insult — never to be washed out but by 
blood — for the various times you have crossed my path, 
and always to my prejudice — for the persevering folly 
with which you seek to Iraverse schemes, the importance 
of which you neither know nor are capable of estimating 
— for all these, sir, you owe me a long account, for which 
there shall come an early day of reckoning." 

" Let it come when it will," Frank replied, " I shall 
be willing and ready to meet it. Yet you seem to have 
forgotten the heaviest article — that I had the pleasure to 
aid ^liss Vernon's good sense and virtuous feeling in ex- 
tricating her from your infamous toils." 

Rashleigh's dark eyes flashed actual fire at this 
home-taunt, and yet his voice retained the same calm, 
expressive tone with which he had hitherto conducted 
the conversation. 

" I had other views with respect to you, young man," 
was his answer; "less hazardous for you, and more 



156 E,OB ROY. 

suitable to my present character and former education. 
But I see you will draw on yourself the personal chas- 
tisement your boyish insolence so well merits. Follow 
me to a more remote spot, where we are less likely to be 
interrupted." 

They passed to an open spot, but remote and in a sort 
of wilderness. They fought several minutes, more or 
less indifferently; for Frank, in the two or three min- 
utes-' walk, had time to reflect, and kinder sentiments had 
taken the place of the more violent passions, and he now 
acted more on the defensive, and endeavored to disarm 
his antagonist rather than to actually wound him. But 
the combat became fiercer, as Rashleigh with persistency 
and hatred sought to take the life of his cousin. They 
had just seized each other in what promised to be the 
death-grapple, when they were interrupted by a man 
who forcibly threw himself between them, and pushing 
them separate from each other exclaimed in a loud and 
commanding voice: 

" What ! the sons of those fathers who sucked the 
same breast shedding each other's bluid as it were stran- 
gers' ! By the hand of my father, I will cleave to the 
brisket the first man that mints another stroke! " 

The speaker was no other than Campbell. " Do you, 
Maister Francis, opine that you will re-establish your 
father's credit by cutting your kinsman's thrapple, or 
getting your ain sneckit instead thereof in the College 
yards of Glasgow? — Or do you, Mr. Rashleigh, think 
men will trust their lives and fortunes wi' ane that, when 
in point of trust and in point of confidence wi' a great 
political interest, gangs about brawling like a drunken 
gillie? Xay, never. look gash or grim at me, man. If 



ROB ROY. 157 

ye're angry, ye ken how to turn the buckle o' your belt 
behind you." 

" You presume on my present situation," replied 
Rashleigh, '* or you would hardly dare to interfere where 
my honor is concerned." 

'' llout! tout! tout! Presume? And what for 
should it be presuming? Ye may be the richer man, Mr. 
Osbaldistone, as is maist likely; and ye may be the mair 
learned man, whilk I dispute not : but I reckon ye are 
neither a prettier man nor a better gentleman than 
mysell — and it will be news to me when I hear ye arc 
as gude. And dare, too? Muckle daring there's about 
it, I trow. Here I stand, that hae slashed as het a 
haggis as ony o' the twa o' ye, and thought nae muckle 
o' my morning's wark when it was dune. If my foot 
were on the heather as it's on the causeway, or this pickle 
gravel, that's little better, I hae been waur mistrysted 
than if I were set to gie ye baith your ser'ing o't." 

Kashleigh had by this time recovered his temper com- 
pletely. " My kinsman," he said, " will acknowledge 
he forced this quarrel on me. It was none of my seek- 
ing. I am glad we are interrupted before I chastised his 
forwardness more severely." 

"Are ye hurt, lad?" inquired Campbell of Frank, 
with some appearance of interest. 

" A very slight scratch," he answered, " which my 
kind cousin would not long have boasted of had not you 
come between us." 

" In troth, and that's true, Maister Rashleigh," said 
Campbell; " for the cauld iron and your best bluid were 
like to hae become acquaint when I mastered Mr. Frank's 
right hand. But never look like a sow laying upon a 



158 ROB ROY. 

trump for the luve of that. Come and walk wi' me. 
I liae news to tell ye, and ye'll cool and come to yoursell, 
like MacGibbon's crowdy, when he set it out at the 
window-bole." 

" Pardon me, sir," said Frank. " Your intentions 
have seemed friendly to me on more occasions than one; 
but I must not, and will not, quit sight of this person 
until he yields up to me those means of doing justice to 
my father^s engagements, of which he has treacherously 
possessed himself." 

" Ye're daft, man," replied Campbell; " it will serve 
ye naething to follow us e'enow. Ye hae just enow o' ae 
man; wad ye bring twa on your head, and might bide 
quiet?" 

'^ Twenty," Frank replied, " if it be necessary." 

He laid his hand on Eashleigh's collar, who made no 
resistence, but said, with a sort of scornful smile: " You 
hear him MacGregor! he rushes on his fate — will it 
be my fault if he falls into it? The warrants are by 
this time ready, and all is prepared." 

The Scotchman was obviously embarrassed. He 
looked around, and before and behind him, and then 
said: " The ne'er a bit will I yield my consent to his be- 
ing ill-guided for standing up for the father that got 
him; andl gie God's malison and mine to a' sort o' mag- 
istrates, justices, bailies, sheriffs, sheriff officers, consta- 
bles, and sic-like black cattle, that hae been the plagues o' 
puir auld Scotland this hunder year. It was a merry 
warld when every man held his ain gear wi' his ain grip, 
and when the country side wasna fashed wi' warrants 
and poindings and apprizings, and a' that cheatry craft. 
And ance mair I say it, my conscience winna see this 



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puir thoughtless lad ill-guided, and especially wi' that 
sort o' trade. I wad rather ye fell till't again, and 
fought it out like douce honest men." 

" Your conscience, MacGregor! '' said Rashleigh. 
" You forget how long you and I have known each 
other." 

" Yes, my conscience," reiterated Campbell, or Mac- 
Gregor, or whatever was his name; " I hae such a thing 
about me, Maister Osbaldistone; and therein it may weel 
chance that I hae the better o' you. As to our knowledge 
of each other — if ye ken what I am, ye ken what usage it 
was made me what I am; and, whatever you may think, 
I would not change states with the proudest of the op- 
pressors that hae driven me to tak the heather-bush for 
a beild. What you are, Maister Eashleigh, and what 
excuse ye hae for being ichat you are, is between your ain 
heart and the lang day. — And now, Maister Francis, let 
go his collar; for he says truly, that ye are in mair dan- 
ger from a magistrate than he is, and were your cause as 
straight as an arrow, he wad find a way to put you wrang. 
So let go his craig, as I was sajdng." 

He seconded his words with an effort so sudden and 
unexpected that he freed Rashleigh from Frank's hold, 
and securing him, notwithstanding his struggles, in his 
own Herculean grip, he called out: '' Take the bent, Mr. 
Rashleigh; make ae pair o' legs w^orth twa pair o' hands; 
ye hae dune that before now." 

" You may thank this gentleman, kinsman," said 
Rashleigh, " if I leave any part of my debt to you un- 
paid; and if I quit you now, it is only in the hope we 
shall soon meet again without the possibility of inter- 
ruption." 



160 ^^^ ^^Y- 

He took up his sword, wiped it, sheathed it, and was 
lost among the bushes. 

The Scotchman, partly by force, partly by remon- 
strance, prevented Frank's following him. 

" As I live by bread," said Campbell, after one or 
two struggles in which he used much forebearance, " I 
never saw sae daft a callant! I wad hae gien the best man 
in the country the breadth o' his back gin he had gien 
me sic a kemping as ye hae dune. AVhat wad ye do? 
wad ye follow the wolf to his den? I tell ye, man, he 
has the auld trap set for ye. He has got the collector- 
creature Morris to bring up a' the auld story again, and 
ye maun look for nae help frae me here, as ye got at Jus- 
tice Ingle wood's; it isna good for my health to come in 
the gate o' the whigamore bailie bodies. Xow gang your 
ways hame, like a gude bairn; jouk and let the jaw gae 
by. Keep out o' sight o' Eashleigh, and Morris, and that 
MacYittie animal. Mind the Clachan of Aberfoil, as I 
said before, and by the word of a gentleman I wunna 
see ye wranged. But keep a calm sough till we meet 
again. I maun gae and get Eashleigh out o' town afore 
waur comes o't, for the neb o' him's never out o' mischief. 
Mind the Clachan of Aberfoil." 

Mr. Campbell turned upon his heel and walked away, 
leaving Frank to meditate upon the singular events 
which had befallen him. After adjusting his dress and 
reassuming his cloak, he betook himself to Bailie Jar- 
vie's, stopping at a surgeon's, who dressed the slight 
wound that he had received from Eashleigh. It was 
after one o'clock when Frank reached the dining-parlor 
of the honest Bailie. 



CHAPTER XIX. 

An iron rcace the mountuin cliffs maintain, 
Foes to the gentler genius of the i)lain ; 

Who while their rocky ramparts round they see, 
The rough abode of want and liberty, 
As lawless force from confidence will grow. 
Insult the plenty of the vales below. 

Gray. 

" "What made ye sae late? " said Mr. Jarvie as Frank 
entered; " it is chappit ane the best feck o' five minutes 
by-gane. Mattie has been twice at the door wi' the din- 
ner, and weel for you it was a tup's head^ for that canna 
suffer by delay. A sheep's head ower muckle boiled is 
rank poison, as my worthy father used to say — he likit 
the lug o' ane weel, honest man." 

Frank made a suitable apology for his breach of 
punctuality, and was soon seated at table, where Mr. 
Jarvie presided with great glee and hospitality, com- 
pelling, however, Owen and Frank to do rather more 
justice to the Scottish dainties with which his board 
was charged than was quite agreeable to their southern 
palates. 

When the cloth was removed, Mr. Jarvie compound- 
ed with his own hands a very small bowl of brandy 
punch. 

" Tlie limes," he assured them, " were from his own 

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102 I^OB ROY. 

little farm yonder-away' '' (indicating the West Indies 
with a knowing shrug of his shoulders), " and he learned 
the art of composing the liquor from auld Captain Coffin- 
key, who acquired it," he added in a whisper, ^' as maist 
folk thought, among the buccaneers. " But it's excel- 
lent liquor," said he, helping them round, " and good 
ware has often come frae a wicked market. And as for 
Captain Coffinkey, he was a decent man when I kent 
him, only he used to swear awfully. But he's dead, and 
gaen to his account, and I trust he's accepted — I trust 
he's accepted." 

At length an opportunity offered itself to Frank in 
which to tell his story of the morning's experiences, and 
ask Mr. Jarvie's advice thereon. When he mentioned 
the appearance of Mr. Campbell, Jarvie arose in great 
surprise, and paced the room, exclaiming, " Eobin again! 
Eobert's mad — clean wud, and waur. Eob will be 
hanged, and disgrace a' his kindred, and that will be seen 
and heard tell o'. My father the deacon wrought him 
his first hose. Od, 1 am thinking Deacon Threeplie, the 
rape-spinner, will be twisting his last cravat. Ay, ay, 
puir Robin is in a fair way o' being hanged. But come 
awa', come awa' — let's hear the lave o't." 

Frank told the whole story as pointedly as he could; 
but Mr. Jarvie still found something lacking to make it 
clear, until Frank went back, though with considerable 
reluctance, on the whole story of Morris, and of his meet- 
ing with Campbell at the house of Justice Inglewood. 
Mr. Jarvie inclined a serious ear to all this, and remained 
silent for some time after the finishing of the narrative. 

" Upon all these matters I am now to ask your advice, 
Mr. Jarvie, which, I have no doubt, will point out the 



ROB ROY. 163 

best way to act for my father's advantage and my own 
lionor/' said Frank. 

"• Ye're right, young man, ye're right/' said the 
bailie. " Aye take the counsel of those who are aulder 
and wiser than yoursell, and binna like the godless Reho- 
boam, who took the advice o' a' wheon beardless callants, 
neglecting the auld counsellors who had sate at the feet 
o' his father Solomon, and as it was weel put by Mr. 
Meiklejohn, in his lecture on the chapter, were doubt- 
less partakers of his sapience. But I maun hear nae- 
tliing about honor; we ken naething here but about 
credit. Honor is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that 
gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a 
decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat 
play." 

"Assuredly, ^Ir. Jarvie," said Owen, "credit is the 
sum total; and if we can but save that, at whatever dis- 
count " 

" Ye are right, Mr. Owen — ye are right; ye speak 
weel and wisely; and I trust bowls will row right, though 
they are a wee ajee e'enow. But touching Robin, I am 
of opinion he will befriend this young man if it is 
in his power. He has a gude heart, puir Robin; and 
though I lost a matter of twa hundred punds wi' his 
former engagements, and haena muckle expectation 
ever to see back my thousand punds Scots that he 
promises me e'enow, yet I will never say but what Robin 
means fair by a' men." 

" I am then to consider him," Frank replied, " as an 
honest man ? " 

"Umph!" replied Jarvie, with a precautionary sort 
of cough. " Ay, he has a land o' Hieland honesty — he's 



164 ROB ROY. 

honest after a sort;, as they say. My father the deacon 
used aye to laugh when he tauld me how that hyword 
came up. Ane Captain Costlett was cracking crouse 
ahout his loyalty to King Charles, and Clerk Pettigrew — 
ye'll hae heard mony a tale about him — asked him after 
what manner he served the king, when he was fighting 
again him at Wor'ster in Cromwell's army; and Captain 
Costlett was a ready body, and said that he served him 
after a sort. My honest father used to laugh weel at 
that sport — and sae the byword came up." 

" But do you think that this man will be able to serve 
me after a sort, or should I trust myself to this place of 
rendezvous which he has given me? " 

" Frankly and fairly, it's worth trying. Ye see your- 
sell there's some risk in your staying here. This bit 
body Morris has gotten a custom-house place doun at 
Greenock — that's a port on the Firth doun by here; and 
tho' a' the world kens him to be but a twa-leggit crea- 
ture wi' a goose's head and a hen's heart, that goes 
about on the quay plaguing folk about permits and cock- 
its, and dockits, and a' that vexatious trade, yet if he 
lodge an information — ou' nae doubt a man in magis- 
terial duty maun attend to it, and ye might come to be 
clapped up between four wa's, whilk wad be ill-conven- 
ient to your father's affairs." 

"True," observed Frank; "yet what service am I 
likely to render him by leaving Glasgow, which, it is 
probable, will be the principal scene of Rashleigh's 
machinations, and committing myself to the doubtful 
faith of a man of whom I know little but that he fears 
justice, and has doubtless good reasons for doing so; 
and that, for some secret, and probably dangerous pur- 



ROB ROY. 165 

pose, he is in close league and alliance with the very per- 
son who is like to be the author of our ruin? "' 

" Ah, but ye judge Rob hardly," said the Bailie, " ye 
judge him hardly, puir chield; and the truth is, that ye 
ken naething about our hill country, or Hielands, as 
we ca' them. They are clean anither set frae the like 
o' huz; there's nae bailie-courts amang them — nae mag- 
istrates that dinna bear the sword in vain, like the worthy 
deacon that's awa', and, I may say't, like mysell and 
other present magistrates in this city. But it's just the 
laird's command, and the loon maun loup; and the never 
another law hae they but the length o' their dirks — the 
broadsword's pursuer, or plaintiff, as you Englishers ca' 
it, and the target is defender; the stoutest head bears 
langest out; and there's a Hieland plea for ye. Now, 
sir, we speak little o' thae things, because they are famil- 
iar to oursells; and where's the use o' vilifying ane's 
country, and bringing a discredit on ane's kin, before 
southrons and strangers? It's an ill bird that files its 
ain nest." 

"Well, sir, but as it is no impertinent curiosity of 
mine, but real necessity, that obliges me to make these 
inquiries, I hope you will not be offended at my pressing 
for a little further information. I have to deal, on my 
father's account, with several gentlemen of these wild 
countries, and I must trust your good sense and experi- 
ence for the requisite light upon the subject." 

This little morsel of flattery was not thrown out in 
vain. 

'^Experience!" said the bailie — "I hae had experi- 
ence, nae doubt, and I hae made some calculations — ay, 
and to speak quietly amang oursells, I hae made some 
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166 ROB ROY. 

perquisitions through Andrew Wylie, my auld clerk; 
he's wi' MacA'ittie and Company now — but he whiles 
drinks a gill on the Saturday afternoons wi' his auld 
master. And since ye say ye are willing to be guided 
by the Glasgow weaver-body's advice, I am no the man 
that will refuse it to the son of an auld correspondent, 
and my father the deacon was nane sic afore me." 

And here Mr. Jarvie wandered off into a long dis- 
course on the Highlands, from which Frank diverted 
him by desiring to know more of his kinsman Mr. Eobert 
Ca 'npbell. 

" Eobin was ance a weel-doing, painstaking drover/' 
Paid Mr. Jarvie, " as ye wad see amang ten thousand, 
(t was a pleasure to see him in his belted plaid and 
brogues, wi' his target at his back, and claymore and 
dirk at his belt, following a hundred Highland stots, 
and a dozen o' the gillies, as rough and ragged as the 
beasts they drave. And he was baith civil and just in 
his dealings; and if he thought his chapman had made 
a hard bargain, he wad gie him a lucky-penny to the 
mends. I hae ken'd him gie back five shillings out o' 
the pund sterling." 

" Twenty-five per cent," said Owen — ^' a heavy dis- 
count." 

" He wad gie it, though, sir, as I tell ye; mair espe- 
cially if he thought the buyer was a puir man, and could- 
na stand by a loss. But the times cam hard, and Eob 
was venturesome. It wasna my faut — it wasna my 
faut; he canna wyte me — I aye tauld him o't. iVnd the 
creditors, mair especially some grit neighbors o' his, 
gripped to his living and land; and they say his wife was 
turned out o' the house to the hillside, and sair misguided 



ROB ROY. 167 

to the boot. Shamefif! shamefu'! I am a peacefu' 
man and a magistrate, but if ony ane had guided sae 
muckle as my servant quean, Mattie, as it's like they 
guided Rob's wife, I think it suld hae set the shable* 
that my father the deacon had at Bothwell brig a-walk- 
ing again. Weel, Rob cam hame, and fand desolation, 
God pity us! where he left plenty. He looked east, 
west, south, north, and saw neither hauld nor hope — 
neither beild nor shelter; sae he e'en pu'd the bonnet 
ower his brow, belted the broadsword to his side, took 
to the braeside, and became a broken man." f 

The voice of the good citizen was broken by his 
contending feelings. He obviously, while he professed 
to contemn the pedigree of his Highland kinsman, at- 
tached a secret feeling of consequence to the connection, 
and he spoke of his friend in his prosperity with an 
overflow of affection, which deepened his sympathy for 
his misfortunes and his regret for their consequences. 

^^ Thus tempted and urged by despair," said Frank, 
seeing Mr. Jarvie did not proceed in his narrative, " I 
suppose your kinsman became one of those depredators 
you have described to us ? " 

" Xo sae bad as that," said the Glaswegian — " no 
a'thegither and outright sae bad as that; but he became 
a levier of blackmail, wider and farther than ever it was 
raised in our day, a' through the Lennox and Menteith, 
and up to the gates o' Stirling Castle." 

" Blackmail? I do not understand the phrase." 

" Ou, ye see, Rob soon gathered an unco band o' 
blue-bonnets at his back, for he comes o' a rough name 

* Cutlass. f An outlaw. 



168 ROB ROY. 

when he's kent by his ain, and a name that's held its aiu 
for mony a lang year, baith again king and parliament, 
and kirk too, for aught I ken — an auld and honorable 
name, for as sair as it has been worried and hadden down 
and oppressed. My mother was a MacGregor — I carena 
wha kens it — and Eob had soon a gallant band; and as 
it grieved him (he said) to see sic hersMp and waste and 
depredation to the south o' the Hieland line, why, if only 
heritor or farmer wad pay him four punds Scots out 
of each hunder punds of valued rent, whilk was doubt- 
less a moderate consideration, Eob engaged to keep them 
scaithless; let them send to him if they lost sae muckle 
as a single cloot by thieving, and Eob engaged to get 
them again, or pay the value — and he aye keepit his word 
— I canna deny but he keepit his word — a' men allow 
Eob keeps his word." 

" This is a very singular contract of assurance," said 
Mr. Owen. 

" It's clean again our statute law, that must bo 
owned," said Jarvie, " clean again law; the levying and 
the paying blackmail are baith punishable: but if the 
law canna protect my barn and byre, whatfor suld I no 
engage wi' a Hieland gentleman that can? — answer me 
that." 

" But, Mr. Jarvie," said Frank, " is this contract of 
blackmail, as you call it, completely voluntary on the 
part of the landlord or farmer who pays the insurance? 
or what usually happens in case any one refuses payment 
of this tribute?" 

" Aha, lad," said the Bailie, laughing, and putting 
his finger to his nose, " ye think ye hae me there. Troth, 
I wad advise ony friends o' mine to gree wi' Eob; for, 



ROB ROY. 169 

watch as they like, and do what they like, they are sair 
apt to be harried * when the lang nights come on. Some 
o' the Grahame and Cohoon gentry stood out; but what 
then — they lost their haill stock the first winter; sae 
maist folks now think it best to come into Rob's terms. 
He's easy wi' a' body that will be easy wi' him; but if ye 
thraw him, ye had better thraw the deevil." 

" And by his exploits in these vocations," Frank con- 
tinued, " I suppose he has rendered himself amenable to 
the laws of the country? " 

"Amenable? — ye may say that; his craig wad ken 
the weight o' his hurdies if they could get baud o' Rob. 
But he has gude friends amang the grit folks; and I 
could tell ye o' ae grit family that keeps him up as far as 
they decently can, to be a thorn in the side of another. 
And then he's sic an auld-farran lang-headed chield as 
never took up the trade o' cateran in our time; mony a 
daft reik he has played — mair than wad fill a book, and a 
queer ane it wad be — as gude as Robin Hood, or William 
AVallace — a' fu' o' venturesome deeds and escapes, sic as 
folk tell ower at a winter ingle in the daft days. It's 
a queer thing o' me, gentlemen, that am a man o' peace 
mysell, and a peaceful man's son — for the deacon my 
father quarreled wi' nane out of the town-council — 
it's a queer thing, I say, but I think the Hieland bluid 
o' me warms at thae daft tales, and whiles I like better 
to hear them than a word o' profit, Gude forgie me! 
But they are vanities — sinfu' vanities — and, moreover, 
again the statute law — again the statute and gospel 
law." 

* Plundered. 



170 ROB ROY. 

Frank now followed up his investigation, by inquir- 
ing what means of influence this Mr. Robert Campbell 
could possibly possess over his affairs or those of his 
father. 

" But to your father's affairs/' replied Mr. Jarvie. 
" Ye maun think that in thae twenty years bygane, some 
o' the Hieland lairds and chiefs hae come to some sma^ 
sense o' their ain interest. Your father and others hae 
bought the woods of Glen-Disseries, Glen-Kissoch, To- 
ber-na-Kippoch, and mony mair besides, and your fa- 
ther's house has granted large bills in payment; and as 
the credit o' Osbaldistone and Tresham was gude — for 
I'll say before Mr. Owen's face, as I wad behind his 
back, that, baiting misfortunes o' the Lord's sending, 
nae men could be mair honorable in business — the Hie- 
land gentlemen, holders of thae bills, hae found credit 
in Glasgow and Edinburgh — (I might amaist say in 
Glasgow wholly, for it's little the pridefu' Edinburgh 
folk do in real business) — for all, or the greater part, of 
the contents o' thae bills. So that — aha! d'ye see me 
now?" 

Frank confessed he could not quite follow his drift. 

"' Why," said he, " if these bills are not paid, the 
Glasgow merchant comes on the Hieland lairds, whae hae 
deil a boddle o' siller, and will like ill to spew up what is 
item a' spent. They will turn desperate — five hundred 
will rise that might hae sitten at hame — the deil will gae 
ower Jock Wabster — and the stopping of your father's 
house will hasten the outbreak of the Hielands that's 
been sae lang biding us." 

" You think, then," said Frank, surprised at this 
singular view of the case, " that Rashleigh Osbalidistone 



ROB ROY. 171 

has done this injury to my father merely to accelerate a 
rising in the Highlands, by distressilig the gentlemen to 
whom these bills were originally granted? " 

" Doubtless — doubtless — it has been one main rea- 
son, Mr. Osbaldistone. I doubtna but what the ready 
money he carried off wi' him might be another. But 
that makes comparatively but a sma' part o' your 
father's loss, though it might make the maist part o' 
Eashleigh's direct gain. The assets he carried off are 
of nae mair use to him than if he were to light his pipe 
wi' them. He tried if Mac Vittie and Company would 
gie him siller on them — that I ken by Andrew Wylie — 
but they were ower auld cats to draw that strae afore 
them; they keepit aff, and gae fair words, llashleigh 
Osbaldistone is better ken'd than trusted in Glasgow, 
for he was here about some Jacobitical papistical troking 
in seventeen hundred and seven, and left debt ahint 
him. Na, na, he canna pit aff the paper here; folk will 
misdoubt him how he came by it. Na, na, he'll hae the 
stuff safe at some o' their haulds in the Hielands, and I 
daur say my cousin Rob could get at it gin he liked." 

" But would he be disposed to serve us in this pinch, 
Mr. Jarvie ? " said Frank. " You have described him 
as an agent of the Jacobite party, and deeply connected 
in their intrigues: will he be disposed for my sake, or, if 
you please, for the sake of justice, to make an act of resti- 
tution, which, supposing it in his power, would, accord- 
ing to your view of the case, materially interfere with 
their plans? " 

"I canna preceesely speak to that: the grandees 
among them are doubtfu' o' Rob, and he's doubtfu' o' 
them. And he's been weel friended wi' the Argyle 



172 I^OB ROY. 

family, wha stand for the present model of government. 
If lie was freed o' his hornings and captions, he would 
rather be on Argyle's side than he wad be on Bread- 
albane's, for there's auld ill-will between the Breadal- 
bane family and his kin and name. The truth is, that 
Eob is for his ain hand, as Henry Wynd feught * — he'll 
take the side that suits him best. If the deil was laird, 
Eob wad be for being tenant; and ye canna blame him, 
puir fallow, considering his circumstances. But there's 
ae thing sair again ye — Eob has a gray mear in his stable 
at hame." 

" A gray mare? " said Frank. " What is that to the 
purpose? " 

" The wife, man — the wife — an awfu' wife she is. 
She dow^na bide the sight o' a kindly Scot, if he come 
frae the Lowlands, far less of an Inglisher, and she'll be 
keen for a' that can set up King James, and ding down 
King George." 

" It is very singular," Frank replied, " that the mer- 
cantile transactions of London citizens should become 
involved with revolutions and rebellions." 

" Not at a', man — not at a'," returned Mr. Jarvie; 
" that's a' your silly prejudications. I read whiles in the 

* Two great clans fought out a quarrel with thirty men of a 
side, in presence of the king, on the north Inch of Perth, on or 
about the year 1392. A man was amissing on one side, whose room 
was filled by a little bandy-legged citizen of Perth. This substi- 
tute, Henry Wynd — or, as the Highlanders called him, Oow 
Chrom, that is, the bandy-legged smith — fought well, and con- 
tributed greatly to the fate of the battle, without knowing which 
side he fought on. So, "To fight for your own hand, like Henry 
Wynd," passed into a proverb. See Walter Scott's " Fair Maid 
of Perth." 



ROB ROY. 173 

lang dark nights, and I hae read in Baker's Chronicle 
that the merchants o' London could gar the Iknk of 
Genoa break their promise to advance a mighty sum to 
the King o' Spain, whereby the sailing of the Grand 
Spanish Armada was put atf for a haill year. What 
think you o' that, sir? " 

" That the merchants did their country golden serv- 
ice, which ought to be honorably remembered in our 
histories." • 

^' I think sae too; and they wad do weel, and deserve 
weel baith o' the state and o' humanity, that wad save 
three or four honest Hieland gentlemen frae louping 
heads ower heels into destruction, wi' a' their puir sack- 
less* followers. Just because theycanna pay back the siller 
they had reason to count upon as their ain — and save 
your father's credit — and my ain gude siller that Osbaldi- 
stone and Tresham awes me into the bargain. I say, if 
ane could manage a' this, I think it suld be done, and 
said unto him, even if he were a puir ca'-the-shuttle 
body, as unto one whom the king delighteth to honor." 

" I can not pretend to estimate the extent of public 
gratitude," Frank replied; " but our own thankfulness, 
Mr. Jarvie, would be commensurate with the extent of 
the obligation." 

" Which," added Mr. Owen, " we would endeavor to 
balance with a per contra, the instant our Mr. Osbaldi- 
stone returns from Holland." 

" I doubtna — I doubtua — he is a very worthy gentle- 
man, and a sponsible, and wi' some o' my lights might do 
muckle business in Scotland. Well, sir, if these assets 

* Sackless, that is, innocent. 



174 liOB ROY. 

could be redeemed out o' the hands o' the Philistines, 
they are gude paper — they are the right stuff when they 
are in the right hands, and that's yours, Mr. Owen. 
And I'se find ye three men in Glasgow — for as little as 
ye may think o' us, Mr. Owen — that's Sandie Steen- 
son in the Trade's-Land and John Pirie in Can- 
dleriggs, and another that sail be nameless at this pres- 
ent — sail advance what soums are sufficient to secure the 
credit of your house, and seek nae better security." 

Owen's eyes sparkled at this prospect of extrication; 
but his countenance instantly fell on recollecting how 
improbable it was that the recovery of the assets, as 
he technically called them, should be successfully 
achieved. 

" Dinna despair, sir — dinna despair," said Mr. Jar- 
vie; " I hae taen sae muckle concern wi' your affairs al- 
ready, that it maun een be ower shoon ower boots wi' me 
now. I am just like my father the deacon (praise be wi' 
him!) I canna meddle wi' a friend's business, but I aye 
end wi' making it my ain. Sae, I'll e'en pit on my boots 
the morn, and be jogging ower Drymen Muir wi' Mr. 
Frank here; and if I canna mak Eob hear reason, and 
his wife too, I dinna ken wha can. I hae been a kind 
freend to them afore now, to say naething o' ower-look- 
ing him last night, when naming his name wad hae cost 
him his life. I'll be hearing o' this in the council, maybe, 
frae Bailie Grahame, and MacVittie, and some o' them. 
They hae coost up my kindred to Rob to me already — 
set up their nashgabs! I tauld them I wad vindicate nae 
man's faults; but set apart what he had done again the 
law o' the country, and the hership o' the Lennox, and 
the misfortune o' some folk losing hfe by him, he was 



ROB ROY. 175 

an honester man than stood on ony o' their shanks. 
And whatfor suld I mind their clavers? If Eob is an 
outlaw, to himsell be it said; there is nae laws now about 
the reset of intercommuned persons, as there was in the 
ill times o' the last Stuarts. I trow I hae a Scotch 
tongue in my head; if they speak, I'se answer." 

So the Bailie decide to accompany Frank to the 
place of meeting with Mr. Campbell. An early hour 
the next morning was the time set for departure, and 
Frank, having installed Mr. Owen in an apartment in 
his lodgings close to his own, retired to rest, with better 
hopes than it had lately been his fortune to entertain. 



CHAPTER XX. 

Far as the eye could reach no tree was seen ; 
Earth, clad in russet, scorned the lively green ; 
No birds, except as birds of passage, flew ; 
No bee was heard to hum, no dove to coo ; 
No streams as amber smooth, as amber clear, 
Were seen to glide or heard to warble here. 

Prophecy of Famine. 

Early the next morning Frank met, by appoint- 
ment, Andrew with the horses, at the door of Mr. Jarvie's 
house. Presently this gentleman appeared, and after 
considerable bustle and many parting directions from 
Mattie, Mr. Jarvie's housekeeper, they at last set forth 
on their journey into the Highlands. 

The travel of the forenoon was of little interest, 
and it was not till after dinner that the road became less 
monotonous. A range of dark-blue mountains, with 
wildly varied and distinguished peaks, now rose in front 
of them. These, Mr. Jarvie informed Frank, were " the 
Hieland hills — the Hieland hills. Ye'll see and hear 
eneugh about them before ye see Glasgow Cross again. 
I downa look at them; I never see them but they gar me 
grew. It's no for fear — no for fear, but just for grief, 
for the puir blinded, half -starved creatures that inhabit 
them. But say nae mair about it; it's ill speaking o' 
Hielandmen sae near the line. I hac ken'd mony an 
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ROB ROY. 177 

honest man wadna hae ventured this length without he 
had made his last will and testament. Mattie had ill-will 
to see me set awa' on this ride, and grat awee, the silly 
tawpie; but it's nae mair ferlie to see a woman greet 
than to see a goose gang barefit." 

It grew dark, the moon came out, and still they trav- 
eled on, over open heaths, down into steep ravines ; till at 
length they came to a narrow, deep, and silent stream, 
which the Bailie announced to be the Forth. They 
crossed this by a stone bridge, very high and very nar- 
row, and after about half a mile of further riding ar- 
rived at the door of the public house, where they were to 
pass the evening. It was a hovel rather worse than bet- 
ter than that in which the travelers had dined; but its 
little windows were lighted up, voices were heard from 
within, and all intimated a prospect of food and shelter, 
to which they were by no means indifferent. Andrew 
was the first to observe that there was a peeled willow- 
wand placed across the half-open door of the little inn. 
He hung back and advised them not to enter. " For," 
said he, " some of their chiefs and grit men are birling 
at the usquebaugh in by there, and dinna want to 
be disturbed; and the least we'll get, if we gang ramstam 
in on them, w411 be a broken head, to learn us better hav- 
ings, if we dinna come by the length of a cauld dirk in 
our wame, whilk is just as likely." 

Meantime a staring half-clad wench or two came out 
of the inn and the neighboring cottages, on hearing the 
sound of the horses' feet. Xo one bade them welcome, 
nor did any one offer to take their horses; and to their 
various inquiries, the hopeless response of " Ha niel Sas- 
senach " was the only answer. The Bailie, however. 



178 liOB ROY. 

found (in his experience) a way to make them speak 
EngUsh. " If I gie 3'e a bawbee," said he to an urchin 
of about ten years old, w^ith a fragment of a tattered 
plaid about him, " will you understand Sassenach ? " 

" Ay, ay, that will I,'^ replied the brat in very de- 
cent English. 

" Then gang and tell your mammy, my man, there's 
twa Sassenach gentlemen come to speak wi' her." 

The landlady presently appeared, with a lighted piece 
of split fir blazing in her hand. The turpentine in this 
species of torch (which is generally dug from out the 
turf-bogs) makes it blaze and sparkle readily, so that it 
is often used in the Highlands in lieu of candles. On 
this occasion such a torch illuminated the wild and 
anxious features of a female, pale, thin, and rather above 
the usual size, whose soiled and ragged dress, though 
aided by a plaid or tartan screen, barely served the pur- 
poses of decency, and certainly not those of comfort. 
Her black hair, which escaped in uncombed elf-locks 
from under her coif, as well as the strange and embar- 
rassed look with which she regarded them, gave them 
the idea of a witch disturbed in the midst of her unlaw- 
ful rites. She plainly refused to admit them into the 
house. They remonstrated anxiously, and pleaded the 
length of their journey, the state of their horses, and 
the certainty that there was not another place where 
they could be received nearer than Callander, which the 
Bailie stated to be seven Scots miles distant. The ob- 
durate hostess treated their expostulation with contempt. 
" Better gang farther than fare waur," she said, speaking 
the Scottish Lowland dialect, and being indeed a native 
of the Lennox district. " Her house was taen up wi' 



ROB ROY. 179 

them wadna like to be intruded on wi' strangers. She 
didna ken wha mair might be there — red-coats, it might 
be, frae the garrison," (These last words she spoke 
under her breath, and with very strong emphasis.) 
" The night," she said, " was fair abune head — a night 
amang the heather wad caller their bloods — they might 
sleep in their claes, as mony a gude blade does in the 
scabbard — there wasna muckle flowmoss in the shaw, if 
they took up their quarters right, and they might pit 
up their horses to the hill, naebody wad say naething 
against it." 

" But, my good woman," said Frank, while the 
Bailie groaned and remained undecided, " it is six hours 
since we dined, and we have not taken a morsel since. I 
am positively dying with hunger, and I have no taste for 
taking up my abode supperless among these mountains 
of yours. I positively must enter; and make the best 
apology you can to your guests for adding a stranger or 
two to their number — Andrew, you will see the horses 
put up." 

The Hecate looked at him with surprise, and then 
ejaculated: " A willfu' man will hae his way — them that 
will to Cupar maun to Cupar! To see thae English 
belly-gods! he has had a fu' meal the day already, and 
he'll venture life and liberty, rather than he'll want a 
het supper! Set roasted beef and pudding on the op- 
posite side o' the pit o' Tophet, and an Englishman will 
mak a spank at it, but I wash my hands o't. Follow 
me, sir " (to Andrew), " and I'se show ye where to pit 
the beasts." 

In spite of the landlady's grumbling cautions, our 
travelers persisted in entering the tavern — or shed, rath- 



180 ROB ROY. 

er. A fire blazed merrily in the center of the room, near 
to which an old oaken table was drawn. At this table sat 
three men, guests apparently, whom it was impossible to 
regard with indifference. Two were in the Highland 
dress; the one, a little, dark-complexioned man, with a 
lively, quick, and irritable expression of features, wore 
the trews, or close pantaloons wove out of a sort of check- 
ered stocking stuff. 

The other mountaineer was a very tall, strong man, 
with a quantity of reddish hair, freckled face, high 
cheek bones, and long chin — a sort of caricature of the 
national features of Scotland. The tartan which he wore 
differed from that of his companion, as it had much 
more scarlet in it, whereas the shades of black and dark- 
green predominated in the checkers of the other. The 
third, w^ho sat at the same table, was in the Lowland 
dress — a bold, stout-looking man, with a cast of mili- 
tary daring in his eye and manner, his riding-dress show- 
ily and profusely laced, and his cocked hat of formidable 
dimensions. His hanger and a pair of pistols lay on the 
table before him. Each of the Highlanders had their 
naked dirks stuck upright in the board beside him — an 
emblem, but surely a strange one, that their compotation 
was not to be interrupted by any brawl. A mighty pew- 
ter measure, containing about an English quart of us- 
quebaugh, liquor nearly as strong as brandy, which the 
Highlanders distill from malt, and drink undiluted in 
excessive quantities, was placed before these worthies. 
A broken glass, with a wooden foot, served as a drinking 
cup to the whole party, and circulated with a rapidity 
which, considering the potency of the liquor, seemed 
absolutely marvelous. These men spoke loudly and 



ROB ROY. 181 

eagerly together, sometimes in Gaelic, at other times in 
English. Another Higlilander, wrapped in his plaid, 
reclined on the floor, his head resting on a stone, from 
which it was only separated hy a wisp of straw, and 
slept or seemed to sleep, without attending to what was 
going on around him. He also was probably a stranger, 
for he lay in full dress, and accoutered with the sword 
and target, the usual arms of his countrymen when on a 
journey. Cribs there were of different dimensions be- 
side the walls, formed some of fractured boards, some of 
shattered wickerwork or plaited boughs, in which slum- 
bered the family of the house, men, women, and chil- 
dren, their places of repose only concealed by the dusky 
wreaths of vapor which arose above, below, and around 
them. 

The entrance of the new guests was made so quietly, 
and the carousers were so eagerly engaged in their dis- 
cussions, that the Bailie and Frank escaped their notice 
for a minute or two. But the Highlander who lay be- 
side the fire raised himself on his elbow as they entered, 
and, drawing his plaid over the lower part of his face, 
fixed his look on them for a few seconds, after which he 
resumed his recumbent posture, and seemed again to 
betake himself to the repose which their entrance had 
interrupted. 

Mr. Jarvie and Frank advanced to the fire, which was 
an agreeable spectacle after their late ride during the 
chilliness of an autumn evening among the mountains, 
and first attracted the attention of the guests who had 
preceded them by calling for the landlady. She ap- 
proached, looking doubtfully and timidly now at them, 
now at the other party, and returned a hesitating and 
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182 ROB ROY. 

doubtful answer to their request to have something to 
eat. 

'' She didna ken/' she said, " she wasna sure there 
was onything in the house/' and then modified her re- 
fusal with the qualification — " that is, onything fit for 
the like of ye." 

Frank assured her that they were indifferent to the 
quality of the supper; and looking round for the means 
of accommodation, which were not easily to be found, he 
arranged an old hen-coop as a seat for Mr. Jarvie, and 
turned down a broken tub to serve for his own. Andrew 
Fairservice entered presently afterward, and took a 
place in silence behind their backs. The natives con- 
tinued staring at them with an air as if confounded by 
their assurance. 

At length the lesser Highlander, addressing himself 
to Frank, said, in very good English, and in a tone of 
great haughtiness, " Ye make yourself at home, sir, I 
see." 

" I usually do so," Frank replied, " when I come into 
a house of public entertainment." 

" And did she na see," said the taller man, " by the 
white wand at the door, that gentlemans had taken up 
the public house on their ain business ? " 

" I do not pretend to understand the customs of this 
country; but I am yet to learn," Frank replied, " how 
three persons should be entitled to exclude all other trav- 
elers from the only place of shelter and refreshment for 
miles around." 

" There's nae reason for't, gentlemen," said the 
Bailie; " we mean nae offense; but there's neither law 
nor reason for't; but as far as a stoup o' gude brandy 



ROB ROY. 183 

wad make up the quarrel, we, being peaceable folk, wad 
be willing." 

" Damn your brandy, sir! " said the Lowlander, ad- 
justing his cocked hat fiercely upon his head; " we desire 
neither your brandy nor your company," and up he rose 
from his seat. His companions also arose, muttering to 
each other, drawing up their plaids, and snorting and 
snuffing the air after the manner of their countrymen 
when working themselves into a passion. 

" I tauld ye what wad come, gentlemen," said the 
landlady, " and ye wad liae been tauld. Get awa' wi' ye 
out o' my house, and make nae disturbance here; there's 
nae gentleman be disturbed at Jeanie MacAlpine's an she 
can hinder. A wheen idle English loons, gaun about the 
country under clouds o' night, and disturbing honest, 
peaceable gentlemen that are drinking their drap drink 
at the fireside! " 

A fray was obviously about to ensue. 

" We are three to three," said the lesser Highlander, 
glancing his eyes at the party: "if ye be pretty men, 
draw! " and, unsheathing his broadsword, he advanced 
on Frank, who put himself in a posture of defense, 
and, aware of the superiority of his weapon, a rapier or 
small-sword, was little afraid of the issue of the contest. 
The Bailie behaved with unexpected mettle. x\s he saw 
the gigantic Highlander confront him with his weapon 
drawn, he tugged for a second or two at the hilt of his 
shahhle, as he called it; but finding it loath to quit the 
sheath, to which it had long been secured by rust and 
disuse, he seized, as a substitute, on the red-hot coulter 
of a plow which had been employed in arranging the fire 
by way of a poker, and brandished it with such effect 



184 ROB ROY. 

that at the first pass he set the Highlander's plaid on 
fire, and compelled him to keep a respectful distance till 
he could get it extinguished. Andrew, on the contrary, 
who ought to have faced the Lowland champion, had 
vanished at the very commencement of the fray. But 
his antagonist, crying, " Fair play! fair play! " seemed 
courteously disposed to take no share in the scuffle. 
Thus the rencontre commenced on fair terms as to num- 
bers. Frank endeavored to possess himself of his antag- 
onist's weapon, but was deterred from closing with him 
for fear of the dirk which his combatant held in his left 
hand. Meantime the Bailie, notwithstanding the suc- 
cess of his first onset, was sorely bested. The weight of 
his weapon, the corpulence of his person, the very effer- 
vesence of his own passions, were rapidly exhausting 
both his strength and his breath, and he was almost at 
the mercy of his antagonist, when up started the sleep- 
ing Highlander from the floor on which he reclined, 
with both his naked sword and target in his hand, and 
threw himself between the discomfited magistrate and 
his assailant, exclaiming, " Her nainsell has eaten the 
town pread at the Cross o' Glasgow, and py her troth 
she'll fight for Bailie Sharvie at the Clachan of Aberfoil 
— tat will she e'en! " And seconding his words with 
deeds, this unexpected auxiliary made his sword whistle 
about the ears of his tall countryman, who, nothing 
abashed, returned his blows with interest. But being 
both aecoutered with round targets made of wood, stud- 
ded with brass and covered with leather, with which they 
readily parried each other's strokes, their combat was 
attended with mucli more noise and clatter than serious 
risk of damage. It appeared, indeed, that there was 



ROB ROY. 185 

more of bravado than of serious attempt to do our 
friends any injury; for the Lowland gentleman, who 
had stood aside for want of an antagonist when the 
brawl commenced, was now pleased to act the part of 
moderator and peacemaker. 

" Hand your hands! baud your hands! — eneugh 
done! — eneugh done! the quarrel's no mortal. The 
strange gentlemen have shown themselves men of honor, 
and gien reasonable satisfaction. I'll stand on mine 
honor as kittle as ony man, but I hate unnecessary blood- 
shed." 

Frank, of course, did not wish to protract the fray; 
his adversary seemed equally disposed to sheathe his 
sword; the Bailie, gasping for breath, might be consid- 
ered as hors de combat, and the two -sword-and-buckler 
men gave up their contest with as much indifference as 
they had entered into it. 

" And now," said the worthy gentleman who acted 
as umpire, " let us drink and gree like honest fellows. 
The house will baud us a'. I propose that this good 
little gentleman, that seems sair forfoughen, as I may 
say, in this tuilzie, shall send for a tass o' brandy, and 
I'll pay for another by way of archilowe,* and then we'll 
birl our bawbees a' round about the brethren." 

" xA.nd fa's to pay my new ponnie plaid," said the 
larger Highlander, " wi' a hole burnt in't ane might put 
a kail-pat through? Saw ever onybody a decent gentle- 
man fight wi' a firebrand ])efore? " 

" Let that be nae hinderance," said the Bailie, who 
had now recovered his breath, and was at once disposed 

* Archilowc, of unknown derivation, signifies a peace-offering. 



186 ROB ROY. 

to enjoy the triumph of having behaved with spirit, and 
avoid the necessity of again resorting to such hard and 
doubtful arbitrament. ^ " Gin I hae broken the head/' he 
said, ^' I sail find the plaister. A new plaid sail ye hae, 
and o' the best — your ain clan colors, man — an ye will 
tell me where it can be sent t'ye frae Glasco." 

" I needna name my clan — I am of a king's clan, as 
is weel ken'd," said the Highlander; "but ye may tak 
a bit o' the plaid — figh! she smells like a singit sheep's 
head! — and that'll learn ye the sett — and a gentleman, 
that's a cousin o' my ain, that carries eggs doun frae 
Glencroe, will ca' for't about Martimas, and ye will tell 
her where ye bide. But, honest gentleman, neist time ye 
fight, and ye hae ony respect for your athversary, let it 
be wi' your sword, man, since ye wear ane, and no wi' 
thae het culters and fireprands, like a wild Indian." 

" Conscience! " replied the Bailie, " every man maun 
do as he dow. My sword hasna seen the light since 
Bothwell Brigg, when my father, that's dead and gane, 
ware it; and I kenna weel if it was forthcoming then 
either, for the battle was o' the briefest. At ony rate, it's 
glued to the scabbard now beyond my power to part 
them; and, finding that, I e'en grippit at the first thing 
I could make a fend wi'. I trow my fighting days is 
done, though I like ill to take the scorn, for a' that. 
But where's the honest lad that tuik my quarrel on him- 
self sae frankly? I'se bestow a gill o' aquavitae on him, 
as I suld never ca' for anither." 

The champion for whom he looked around was, how- 
ever, no longer to be seen. He had escaped unobserved 
by the Bailie, immediately when the brawl was ended, 
yet not before Frank had recognized, in his wild features 



ROB ROY. 187 

and shaggy red hair, Dougal, the fugitive turnkey of the 
Glasgow jail. He communicated this observation in a 
whisper to the Bailie, who answered in the same tone: 
" Weel, weel — I see that him that ye ken o' said very 
right; there is some glimmering o' common sense about 
that creature Dougal; I maun see and think o' some- 
thing will do him some gude." 

Thus saying, he sat down, and fetching one or two 
deep inspirations, by way of recovering his breath, called 
to the landlady: " I think, Luckie, now that I find that 
there's nae hole in my wame, whilk I had muckle reason 
to doubt frae the doings o' your house, I wad be the bet- 
ter o' something to pit intilFt." 

The dame, who was all officiousness so soon as the 
storm had blown over, immediately undertook to broil 
something comfortable for the Bailie's and Frank's sup- 
per. She now made a great bustle, and very soon began 
to prepare in the frying-pan a savory mess of venison 
collops, which she dressed in a manner that might w^ll 
satisfy hungry men, if not epicures. In the meantime 
the brandy was placed on the table, to which the High- 
landers, however partial to their native strong waters, 
showed no objection, but much the contrary; and the 
Lowland gentleman, after the first cup had passed 
round, became desirous to know the profession of their 
recent antagonists, and the object of their journey. 

"We are bits o' Glasgow bodies, if it please your 
honor," said the Bailie, with an affectation of great hu- 
mility, " traveling to Stirling to get in some siller that 
is awing us." 

The spokesman of the other party, snuffing up his 
breath through his nose, repeated the words with a sort 



188 liOB ROY. 

of sneer: " You Glasgow tradesfolk hae naething to do 
but to gang frae the tae end o' the west o' Scotland to 
the ither, to plague honest folks that may chance to be 
awee ahint the hand^ like me." 

" If our debtors were a' sic honest gentlemen as I 
believe you to be, Garschattachin/' replied the Bailie, 
" conscience! we might save ourselves a labor, for they 
wad come and seek us." 

"Eh! what! how!" exclaimed the person whom he 
had addressed. As I shall live by bread (not forgetting 
beef and brandy), it's my auld friend Nicol Jarvie, the 
best man that ever counted doun merks on a band till a 
distressed gentleman. Were ye na coming up my way? 
were ye na coming up the Endrick to Garschattachin ? " 

"Troth no, Maister Galbraith," replied the Bailie, 
" I had other eggs on the spit; and I thought ye wad be 
saying I cam to look about the annual rent that's due on 
the bit heritable band that's between us." 

" Damn the annual rent ! " said the laird, with an 
appearance of great heartiness. " Deil a word o' business 
will you or I speak, now ye're so near my country. To 
see how a trot-cosey and a Joseph can disguise a man — 
that I suldna ken my auld feal friend the deacon! " 

" The Bailie, if you please," resumed Mr. Jarvie; 
" but I ken what gars ye mistak — the band was granted 
to my father that's happy, and he was deacon; but his 
name was Nicol as weel as mine. I dinna mind that 
there's been a payment of principal sum or annual rent 
on it in my day, and doubtless that has made the mis- 
take." 

" Weel, the devil take the mistake and all that oc- 
casioned it! " repHed Mr. Galbr^ith. " But I am glad ye 



ROB ROY. 180 

are a bailie. — Gentlemen, fill a brimmer — this is my ex- 
cellent friend, Bailie Xicol Jarvie's health; I ken'd him 
and his father these twenty years. Are ye a' cleared 
kelty aff? Fill anither. Here's to his being sune pro- 
vost — I say provost — Lord Provost Xicol Jarvie! — and 
them that affirms there's a man walks the Hie-street o' 
Glasgow that's fitter for the office, they will do weel not 
to let me, Duncan Galbraith of Garschattachin, hear 
them say sae — that's all." And therewith Duncan Gal- 
braith martially cocked his hat, and placed it on one side 
of his head with an air of defiance. 

Supper being now nearly ready, Frank looked around 
fop Andrew Fairservice, who was nowhere to be seen. 
The hostess said she believed he had gone to the stable, 
and offered to light Frank to the place. As soon as they 
were outside, she slipped a piece of paper into his hands, 
gave him the pine torch, and returned into the house. 



CHAPTEE XXI. 

Bagpipes, not lyres, the Highland hills adorn, 
MacLean's loud hollo, and MacGregor's horn. 

John Cooper's Reply to Allan Ramsay. 

Feank stopped in the entrance of the stable, and by 
the light of his torch deciphered the following note, 
addressed: " For the honored hands of Mr. F. 0., a 
Saxon young gentleman — These.'^ The contents were 
as follows: 

Sie: There are night-hawks abroad, so that I can 
not give you and my respected kinsman, B. N. J., the 
meeting at the Clachan of Aberfoil, whilk was my pur- 
pose. I pray you to avoid unnecessary communication 
with those you may find there, as it may give future 
trouble. The person who gives you this is faithful and 
may be trusted, and will guide you to a place where, God 
willing, I may safely give you the meeting, when I trust 
my kinsman and you will visit my poor house, where, in 
despite of my enemies, I can still promise sic cheer as ane 
Hielandman may gie his friends, and where we will 
drink a solemn health to a certain D. V., and look to cer- 
tain affairs whilk I hope to be your aidance in; and I 
rest, as is wont among gentlemen, your servant to com- 
mand, E. M. C." 
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ROB ROY. 191 

Frank was a good deal disappointed to find that his 
meeting with Campbell was put oft* to a still further dis- 
tant place and time. He resolved to obey the instruc- 
tions of the note, and observe all caution before the 
guests of the inn, and at the first opportunity to obtain 
directions from his landlady as to how he could meet 
the bearer of the note. 

Next he sought out Andrew Fairservice, whom he at 
last found huddled up in a corner behind a barrel of 
feathers. 

Upon his return to the house, Mr. Galbraitb 
and the Bailie were high in dispute. Mr. Galbraith, 
rather the worse for the amount of liquor which he had 
taken, was inclined to be more or less disputatious dur- 
ing the remainder of the evening. From his harangues 
it became evident that he and his two companions, with 
their followers, were to join forces with a company of 
English soldiers at this rendezvous, and in the early 
morning sally forth to capture the famed outlaw Rob 
Roy, who was no other than our friend Campbell. Gal- 
braith had hardly become silent when the measured foot- 
steps of a body of infantry on the march were heard, and 
an officer, followed by two or three files of soldiers, en- 
tered the apartment. 

The officer approached the Lowlander and addressed 
him as follows: 

" You are, I suppose. Major Galbraith, of the squad- 
ron of Lennox Militia, and these are the two Highland 
gentlemen with whom I was appointed to meet in this 
place?" 

They assented, and invited the officer to take some 
refreshments, which he declined. " I have been too 



192 I^OB ROY. 

late, gentlemen, and am desirous to make up time. I 
have orders to search for and arrest two persons guilty 
of treasonable practices. " Do these gentlemen belong 
to your party?" he said to Major Galbraith, looking 
at the Bailie and Frank, who, engaged in eating their 
supper, had paid little attention to the officer on his en- 
trance. 

" Travelers, sir," said Galbraith — " lawful travelers 
by sea and land, as the Prayer-Book hath it." 

" My instructions," said the Captain, taking a light 
to survey them closer, " are to place under arrest an eld- 
erly and a young person; and I think these gentlemen 
answer nearly the description." 

" Take care what you say, sir," said Mr. Jar vie; " it 
shall not be your red coat nor your laced hat shall pro- 
tect you, if you put any affront on me. I'se convene ye 
baith in an action of scandal and false imprisonment. 
I am a free burgess and a magistrate o' Glasgow; Xicol 
Jarvie is my name, sae was my father's afore me. I am 
a bailie, be praised for the honor, and my father was 
a deacon." 

" He was a prick-eared cur," said Major Galbraith, 
" and fought agane the King at Bothwell Brigg." 

" He paid what he ought and what he bought, Mr. 
Galbraith," said the Bailie, " and was an honester man 
than ever stude on your shanks." 

" I have no time to attend to all this," said the offi- 
cer; " I must positively detain you, gentlemen, unless 
you can produce some respectable security that you are 
loyal subjects." 

" I desire to be carried before some civil magistrate," 
said the Bailie — " the sherra, or the judge of the bounds. 



ROB ROY. 193 

I am not obliged to answer every red-coat that speers 
questions at me." 

" Well, sir, I shall know how to manage you if you 
are silent. — And you, sir " (to Frank), " what may your 
name be?" 

" Francis Osbaldistone, sir." 

" What, a son of Sir Hildebrand Osbaldistone of 
Northumberland ? " 

" No, sir," interrupted the Bailie; " a son of the 
great William Osbaldistone of the house of Osbaldistone 
and Tresham, Crane-Alley, London." 

" I am afraid, sir," said the officer, " your name only 
increases the suspicions against you, and lays me under 
the necessity of requesting that you will give up what 
papers you have in charge." 

" I have none," Frank replied, " to surrender." 

The officer commanded him to be disarmed and 
searched. To have resisted would have been madness. 
He accordingly gave up his arms and submitted to a 
search, which was conducted as civilly as an operation 
of the kind well could. They found nothing except the 
note which he had received that night through the hand 
of the landlady. 

" This is different from what I expected," said the 
officer, " but it affords us good grounds for detaining 
you. Here I find you in written communication with 
the outlawed robber, Robert MacGregor Campbell, who 
has been so long the plague of this district. How do you 
account for that? " 

" Spies of Rob! " said Inverashalloch. " We wad 
serve them right to strap them up till the neist tree." 

" We are gaun to see after some gear o' our ain. 



194 ROB ROY. 

gentlemen/' said the Bailie, ^' that's fa'en into his hands 
by accident. There's nae law agane a man looking after 
his ain, I hope." 

" How did you come by this letter? " said the offi- 
cer, addressing himself to Frank. 

Not liking to betray the poor woman who had given 
it to him, he remained silent. 

" Do you know anything of it, fellow ? " said the 
officer, looking at Andrew, whose jaws were chattering 
like a pair of castanets at the threats thrown out by the 
Highlander. 

" ay, I ken a' about it — it was a Hieland loon gied 
the letter to that lang-tongued jaud the gudewife there; 
I'll be sworn my master ken'd naething about it. But 
he's willfu' to gang up the hills and speak wi' Rob; and 
oh, sir, it wad be a charity just to send a wheen o' your 
red-coats to see him safe back to Glasgow again whether 
he wdll or no. And ye can keep Mr. Jarvie as lang as ye 
hke; he's responsible eneugh for ony fine ye may lay 
on him; and so's my master, for that matter. For me, 
I'm just a puir gardener lad, and no w^orth your steer- 
ing." 

" I believe," said the- officer, " the best thing I can do 
is to send these persons to the garrison under an escort. 
They seem to be in immediate correspondence with the 
enemy, and I shall be in no respect answerable for suf- 
fering them to be at liberty. — Gentlemen, you will con- 
sider yourselves as my prisoners. So soon as dawn ap- 
proaches I will send you to a place of security. If you 
be the persons you describe yourselves, it will soon ap- 
pear, and you will sustain no great inconvenience from 
being detained a day or two. I can hear no remon- 



ROB ROY. 195 

strances," he continued, turning awa}' from the BaiUe, 
whose mouth was open to address him; " the service I 
am on gives me no time for idle discussions." 

" Aweel, aweel, sir/' said the Bailie, " you're welcome 
to a tune on your ain fiddle; but see if I dinna gar ye 
dance till't afore a's dune." 



CHAPTER XXII. 

General 
Hear me, and mark me well, and look upon me 
Directly in my face — my woman's face : 
See if one fear, one shadow of a terror, 
One paleness dare appear, but from my anger, 
To lay hold on your mercies. 

BOXDUCA. 

The travelers, now prisoners, were permitted to 
sleep during the remainder of the night in the best 
manner that the miserable accommodations of the ale- 
house permitted. The morning had broken when a cor- 
poral and two men rushed into the hut, dragging after 
them in a sort of triumph a Highlander, whom Frank 
immediately recognized as his acquaintance the ex-turn- 
key. The Bailie, who started up at the noise with which 
they entered, immediately made the same discovery, and 
exclaimed: '^ Mercy on us! they hae grippit the puir 
creature Dougal. — Captain, I will put in bail — sufficient 
bail — for the Dougal creature." 

To this offer, dictated undoubtedly by a grateful 
recollection of the late interference of the Highlander 
in his behalf, the Captain only answered by requesting 
Mr. Jarvie to ^' mind his own affairs, and remember that 
he was himself for the present a prisoner." 
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ROB ROY. 197 

" I take you to witness, Mr. Osbaldistonc," said the 
Bailie, who was probably better acquainted with the pro- 
cess in civil than in military cases, " that he has refused 
sufficient bail. It's my opinion that the creature Dougal 
will have a good action of wrongous imprisonment and 
damages agane him, under the Act seventeen hundred 
and one, and I'll see the .creature righted." 

The officer. Captain Thornton, paying no attention 
to the Bailie's threats or expostulations, instituted a very 
close inquiry into Dougal's life and conversation, and 
compelled him to admit, though with apparent reluc- 
tance, the successive facts — that he knew Kob Roy Mac- 
Gregor — that he had seen him within these twelve 
months — within these six months — within this month — 
within this week; in fine, that he had parted from him 
only an hour ago. All this detail came like drops of 
blood from the prisoner, and was, to all appearance, only 
extorted by the threat of a halter and the next tree, 
which Captain Thornton assured him should be his 
doom if he did not give direct and special information. 

" And now, my friend," said the officer, " you will 
please inform me how many men your master has with 
him at present." 

Dougal looked in every direction except at the que- 
rist, and began to answer, " She canna just be sure about 
that." 

" Look at me, you Highland dog," said the officer, 
" and remember your life depends on your answer. How 
many rogues had that outlawed scoundrel with him 
when you left him ? " 

" Ou, no aboon sax rogues when I was gane." 

" And where are the rest of his banditti? " 
14 



198 ROB ROY. 

" Gane wi' the Lieutenant agane ta westland carles." 

'^Against the westland clans?" said the Captain. 
"Umph! that is likely enough. And what rogue's er- 
rand were you dispatched upon ? " 

" Just to see what your honor and ta gentlemen 
-red-coats were doing doun here at ta Clachan." 

" The creature will prove fause-hearted, after a'," 
said the Bailie, who by this time had planted himself 
close behind Frank; " it's lucky I didna pit my sell to 
expenses anent him." 

" And now, my friend," said the Captain, " let us 
understand each other. You have confessed yourself 
a spy, and should string up to the next tree. But come, 
if you will do me one good turn, I will' do you another. 
You, Dougal — you shall, just in the way of kindness, 
carry me and a small party to the place where you left 
your master, as I wish to speak a few words with him on 
serious affairs, and I'll let you go about your business, 
and give you five guineas to boot." 

" Oigh ! oigh ! " exclaimed Dougal, in the extremity 
of distress and perplexity; " she canna do that — she 
canna do that; she'll rather be hanged." 

" Hanged, then, you shall be, my friend," said the 
officer; " and your blood be upon your own head. — 
Corporal Cramp, do you play provost-marshal. Away 
with him! " 

The corporal had confronted poor Dougal for some 
time, ostentatiously twisting a piece of cord which he 
had found in the house into the form of a halter. He 
now threw it about the culprit's neck, and, with the as- 
sistance of two soldiers, had dragged Dougal as far as the 
door, when, overcome with the terror of immediate 



ROB ROY. 199 

death, he exclaimed: " Shentiemens, stops! stops! 
She'll do his Honor's bidding — stops! " 

" Awa' wi' the creature! " said the Bailie, " he de- 
serves hanging niair now than ever. Awa' \vi' him, cor- 
poral! Why dinna ye tak him awa'? " 

" It's my belief and opinion, honest gentleman," said 
the corporal, " that if you were going to be hanged 
yourself you would be in no such d d hurry." 

A few words passed between Captain Thornton and 
the prisoner, and Dougai sniveled out in a very sub- 
dued tone: " And ye'U ask her to gang nae farther than 
just to show ye where the MacGregor is? — Ohon! 
ohon! " 

" Silence your howling, you rascal! Xo; I give you 
my word I will ask you to go no farther. — Corporal, 
make the men fall in, in front of the houses. Get out 
these gentlemen's horses; we must carry them with us. 
I can not spare any men to guard them here. Come, my 
lads, get under arms." 

The soldiers bustled about, and were ready to move. 
Frank and the Bailie were led out, along with Dougai, in 
the capacity of prisoners. 

The fresh morning air, after the dark, smoky, smoth- 
ering atmosphere of the hut, was a great relief to our 
friends, even though they breathed it as prisoners. Only 
a short distance from the spot where they had passed the 
night lay the village of Aberfoyle, and as they passed 
through the small hamlet many an old woman thrust 
forth her gray head from the half-opened door of her 
hut, and showed her long, skinny arms, with various 
gestures, shrugs, and muttered expressions in Gaelic, 
addressed to her neighbor, indicating her hatred and 



200 ROB ROY. 

loathing of the English soldiers. Andrew, with a face 
as pale as death, whispered to Frank the meaning of 
these weird imprecations. 

" The Highland wives are cursing and banning the 
red-coats," said he, " and wishing ill-luck to them, and 
ilka ane that ever spoke the Saxon tongue. I have heard 
wives %te in England and Scotland — it's nae a marvel 
to hear them flyte ony gate; but sic ill-scrapit tongues 
as thae Highland carlines — and sic grewsome wishes, 
that* men should be slaughtered like sheep — and that 
they may lapper their hands to the elbows in their 
heart's blude — and that they suld dee the death of Walter 
Cuming o' Guiyock,* wha hadna as muckle o' him left 
thegither as would supper a messan-dog — sic awsome 
language as that I ne'er heard out o' a human thrapple; 
and, unless the deil wad rise amang them to gie them a 
lesson, I thinkna that their talent at cursing could be 
amended. The warst o't is, they bid us aye gang up the 
loch,- and see what we'll land in." 

The road now winded through marshy meadow 
ground, now through dark and close thickets where an 
ambuscade might easily be sheltered. From these and 
other circumstances it seemed that an attack might be 
meditated upon the party despite Dougal's apparent con- 
fessions. Bailie Jarvie's good sense and shrewd observa- 
tion led him to the same conclusion, and he offered 
words of caution to the Captain as follows : 

* A great feudal oppressor, who. riding on some cruel purpose 
through the forest of Guiyock, was thrown from his horse, and, 
his foot being caught in the stirrup, was dragged along by the 
frightened animal till he was torn to pieces. The expression, 
"Walter of Guiyock's curse," is proverbial. 



ROB ROY. 201 

" Captain, it's no to fleech ony favor out o' ye, for I 
scorn it — and it's under protest that I reserve my action 
and pleas of oppression and wrongous imprisonment; 
but, being a friend to King George and his army, I take 
the liberty to speer — Dinna ye think ye might tak a bet- 
ter time to gang up this glen? If ye are seeking Rob 
Roy, he's ken'd to be better than half a hundred men 
strong when he's at the fewest; an if he brings in the 
Glengyle folk, and the Glenfinlas and Balquhidder lads, 
he may come to gie you your kail through the reek; 
and it's my sincere advice, as a king's friend, ye had 
better tak back again to the Clachan, for thae women 
at Aberfoil are like the scarts and seamaws at the 
Cumries — there's ave foul weather follows their skirl- 

iBg." 

" Make yourself easy, sir," replied Captain Thorn- 
ton; " I am in the execution of my orders. And as yooi 
say you are a friend to King George, you will be glad 
to learn that it is impossible that this gang of ruffians, 
whose license has disturbed the country so long, can es- 
cape the measures now taken to suppress them. The 
horse squadron of militia, commanded by Major Gal- 
braith, is already joined by two or more troops of cavalry, 
which Avill occupy all the lower passes of this wild coun- 
try; three hundred Highlanders, under the two gentle- 
men you saw at the inn, are in possession of the upper 
part, and various strong parties from the garrison are 
securing the hills and glens in different directions. Our 
last accounts of Rob Roy correspond with what this fel- 
low has confessed, that, finding himself surroimded on 
all sides, he had dismissed the greater part of his follow- 
ers, with the purpose either of lying concealed, or of 



202 liOB HOY. 

making his escape through his superior knowledge of 
the passes." 

" I dinna ken," said the Bailie; " there's mail brandy 
than brains in Garschattaehin's head this morning; 
and I wadna, an I were you, Captain, rest my main 
dependence on the Hielandmen; hawks winna pike out 
hawks' een. They may quarrel among themsells, and 
gie ilk ither ill names, and maybe a slash wi' a clay- 
more ; but they are sure to join, in the lang run, against 
a' civilized folk, that wear breeks on their hinder ends, 
and hae purses in their pouches." 

Apparently these admonitions w^ere not altogether 
thrown away on Captain Thornton. He reformed his 
line of march, commanded his soldiers to unsling their 
firelocks and fix their bayonets, and formed an advance 
and rear guard, each consisting of a non-commissioned 
officer and two soldiers, who received strict orders to keep 
an alert lookout. Dougal underwent another and very 
close examination, in which he steadfastly asserted the 
truth of what he had before affirmed; and being rebuked 
on account of the suspicious and dangerous appearance 
of the route by which he was guiding them, he answered 
with a sort of testiness that seemed very natural: " Her 
nainsel didna mak ta road; an shentlemans likit grand 
roads, she suld hae pided at Glasco." 

The way grew more precarious, the road rounding 
every promontory and bay which indented the lake whose 
banks they were now skirting so that it was impossible to 
see a hundred yards before them. It was at this junc- 
ture that a soldier of the advance file was sent back to 
inform the captain that the path in front was occupied 
by Highlanders. Almost at the same instant a soldier 



ROB ROY. 203 

from the rear came to say that the sound of a bagpipe 
was heard in the woods through which they had just 
passed. 

Captain Thornton, a man of conduct as well as of 
courage, instantly resolved to force the pass in front, 
without waiting until he was assailed from the rear. 
He therefore ordered the rear guard to join the center, 
and both to close up to the advance, doubling his files 
so as to occupy with his column the whole practicable 
part of the road, and to present such a front as its 
breadth admitted. 

They approached within about twenty yards of the 
spot where the advance guard had seen some appearance 
of an enemy. It was one of those promontories which 
run into the lake, and round the base of which the 
road had hitherto winded in the manner I have described. 
In the present case, however, the path, instead of keep- 
ing the water's edge, scaled the promontory by one or 
two rapid zigzags, carried in a broken track along the 
precipitous face of a slaty gray rock, which would other- 
wise have been absolutely inaccessible. On the top of 
this rock, only to be approached by a road so broken, 
so narrow, and so precarious, the corporal declared he 
had seen the bonnets and long-barreled guns of several 
mountaineers apparently couched among the long heath 
and brushwood which crested the eminence. Captain 
Thornton ordered him to move forward with three files, 
to dislodge the supposed ambuscade, while at a more slow 
but steady pace he advanced to his support with the rest 
of his party. 

The attack which he meditated was prevented by the 
unexpected apparition of a female upon the summit of 



204 ROB KOY. 

the rock. " Stand! " she said, with a commanding 
tone, " and tell me what ye seek in MacGregor's coun- 
try?" 

This woman was tall and of commanding form — a 
worthy mate of Eob Eoy. She might be between the 
term of forty and fifty years, and had a countenance 
which must once have been of a masculine cast of beauty; 
though now^, imprinted with deep lines by exposure to 
rough weather, and perhaps by the wasting influence of 
grief and passion, its features were only strong, harsh, 
and expressive. She wore her plaid, not drawn around 
her head and shoulders as is the fashion of the women 
in Scotland, but disposed around her body as the High- 
land soldiers wear theirs. She had a man's bonnet, 
with a feather in it, an unsheathed sword in her hand, 
and a pair of pistols at her girdle. 

" It's Helen Campbell, Eob's wife," said the Bailie, 
in a whisper of considerable alarm; " and there will be 
broken heads amang us or it's lang." 

" What seek ye here ? " she asked again of Cap- 
tain Thornton, who had himself advanced to recon- 
noiter. 

" We seek the outlaw, Rob Roy MacGregor Camp- 
bell," answered the officer, " and make no war on wom- 
en; therefore offer no vain opposition to the king's 
troops, and assure yourself of civil treatment." 

" Ay," retorted the Amazon, " I am no stranger to 
your tender mercies. Ye have left me neither name nor 
fame; my mother's bones will shrink aside in their grave 
when mine are laid beside them. Ye have left me 
neither house nor hold, blanket nor bedding, cattle to 
feed us, or flocks to clothe us. You have taken from us 



ROB ROY. 205 

all — all! The very name of our ancestors have ye taken 
away, and now ye conie for our lives." 

" I seek no man's life," replied the captain; " I only 
execute my orders. If you are alone, good woman, you 
have naught to fear. If there are any with you so rash 
as to offer useless resistance, their blood be on their 
own heads. — Move forward, sergeant ! " 

"Forward! march!" said the non-commissioned 
officer. " Huzza, my boys, for Kob Koy's head and a 
purse of gold! " 

He quickened his pace into a run, followed by the 
six soldiers; but as they attained the first traverse of the 
ascent, the flash of a dozen firelocks from various parts 
of the pass parted in quick succession and deliberate aim. 
The sergeant, shot through the body, still struggled to 
gain the ascent, raised himself by his hands to clamber 
up the face of the rock, but relaxed his grasp after a des- 
perate effort, and falling, rolled from the face of the cliff 
into the deep lake, where he perished. Of the soldiers, 
three fell, slain or disabled; the others retreated on the 
main body, all more or less wounded. 

" Grenadiers, to the front! " said Captain Thornton. 
The four grenadiers moved to the front accordingly. 
The officer commanded the rest of the party to be ready 
to support them, and, only saying to the Bailie and 
Frank, " Look to your safety, gentlemen," gave in rapid 
succession the word to the grenadiers: " Open your 
pouches — handle your grenades — blow your matches — 
fall on!" 

The whole advanced \vith a shout, headed by Captain 
Thornton — the grenadiers preparing to throw their gre- 
nades among the bushes where the ambuscade lay, and 



206 B,OB ROY. 

the musketeers to support them by an instant and close 
assault. Dougal, forgotten in the scuffle, wisely crept 
into the thicket which overhung that part of the road 
where they had first halted, which he ascended with the 
activity of a wild cat. Frank followed his example, in- 
stinctively recollecting that the fire of the Highlanders 
would sweep the open track. He clambered until out of 
breath; for a continued spattering fire, in which every 
shot was multiplied by a thousand echoes, the hissing of 
the kindled fuses of the grenades, and the successive ex- 
plosion of those missiles, mingled with the huzzas of the 
soldiers and the yells and cries of their Highland antag- 
onists formed a contrast which added wings to his desire 
to reach a place of safety. The difficulties of the ascent 
soon increased so much that Frank despaired of reaching 
Dougal, who seemed to swing himself from rock to rock 
and stump to stump with the facility of a squirrel, and 
he turned down his eyes to see what had become of his 
other companions. Both were brought to a very awk- 
ward stand-still. 

The Bailie, to whom fear had given a temporary share 
of agility, had descended about twenty feet from the 
path, when, his foot slipping as he straddled from one 
huge fragment of rock to another, he would have slum- 
bered with his father the deacon, whose acts and words 
he was so fond of quoting, but for a projecting branch 
of a ragged thorn, which, catching hold of the skirts of 
his riding-coat, supported him in mid-air, where he 
dangled not unlike to the sign of the Golden Fleece over 
the door of a mercer in the Trongate of his native city. 

As for Andrew Fairservice, he had advanced with 
better success until he had attained the top of a bare cliff, 



ROB ROY. 207 

which, rising above the wood, exposed him, at least in 
his own opinion, to all the dangers of the neighboring 
skirmish, while at the same time it was of such a precip- 
itous and impracticable nature that he dared neither to 
advance nor retreat. Footing it up and down upon 
the narrow space which the top of the cliff afforded — 
very like a fellow at a country-fair dancing upon a 
trencher — he roared for mercy in Gaelic and English 
alternateh'," according to the side on which the scale of 
victory seemed to predominate, while his exclamations 
were only answered by the groans of the Bailie, who 
suffered much not only from apprehension, but from 
the pendulous posture in which he hung suspended by 
the loins. 

In a few minutes the firing, at first so well sustained, 
ceased — a sure sign that the conflict was concluded. It 
had ended in the defeat of Captain Thornton, who was 
surrounded by a party of Highlanders in the act of dis- 
arming him and his few remaining men — only twelve, 
most of whom had been w^ounded. 



CHAPTEE XXIII. 

" Woe to the vanquished ! " was stern Brenno's word, 
When sunk proud Rome beneath the Gallic sword — 
*' Woe to the vanquished ! " when his massive blade 
Bore down the scale against her ransom weighed ; 
And on the field of foughten battle still, 
Woe knows no limits save the victor's will. 

The Gaulliad. 

Frank, now feeling a certain degree of safety, looked 
about to see what assistance he could render his friend 
the BaiHe, but to his great joy found him already re- 
leased; and though very black in the face, and much de- 
ranged in the garments, safely seated beneath the rock 
in front of which he had been so lately suspended. 
Frank hastened to join him and offer his congratulations, 
which he was at first far from receiving in the spirit of 
cordiality with which they were offered. A heavy fit of 
coughing scarce permitted him breath enough to ex- 
press the broken hints which he threw out against 
Frank's sincerity. 

"Uh! uh! uh! uh! — they say a friend — uh! uh! 
— a friend sticketh closer than a brither — uh! uh! uh! 
When I came up here, Maister Osbaldistone, to this 
country, cursed of God and man — uli! uh! — Heaven for- 
gie me for swearing — on nae man's errand but yours, 
d'ye think it was fair — uh ! uh ! uh ! — to leave me first to 
208 



ROB ROY. 209 

be shot or drowned atween red-wud Highlanders and 
redcoats, and next to be hung np between heaven and 
earth like an auld potato-bogle, without sae muckle as 
trying — uh! uh! — sae muckle as trying to relieve me? " 

Frank made a thousand apologies, and labored so 
hard to represent the impossibility of his ali'ording him 
relief, that at length he succeeded, and the Bailie, who 
was as placable as hasty in his temper, extended his fa- 
vor to him once more. Frank next took the liberty of 
asking how he had contrived to extricate himself. 

" Me extricate! I might hae hung there till the day 
of judgment or I could hae helped my sell, wi' my head 
hinging down on the tae side, and my heels on the 
tother, like the yarn-scales in the weigh-house. It was 
the creature Dougal that extricated me, as he did yes- 
treen ; he cuttit aff the tails o' my coat wi' his durk, and 
another gillie and him set me on my legs as cleverly as 
if I had never been aff them. But to see what a thing 
gude braid claith is! Had I been in ony o' your rotten 
French camlets now, or your drab-de-berries, it would 
hae screeded like an auld rag wi' sic a weight as mine. 
But fair fa' the weaver that wrought the weft o't. I 
swung and bobbit yonder as safe as a gabbart * that's 
moored by a three-ply cable at the Broomielaw." 

Frank now inquired what had become of the Bailie's 
preserver. 

" The creature," so he continued to call the High- 
landman, " contrived to let me ken there wad be danger 
in gaun near the leddy till he came back, and bade me 

* A kind of lighter used in the river Clyde — probably from the 
French abare. 



210 ROB ROY. 

stay here. I am o' the mind/*' he continued, " that he's 
seeking after you — it's a considerate creature — and 
troth, I would swear he was right about the leddy, as 
he ca's her, too. Helen Campbell was nane o' the maist 
douce maidens, nor meekest wives neither, and folk say 
that Rob himsell stands in awe o' her. I doubt she 
winna ken me, for it's mony years since we met. I am 
clear for waiting for the Dougal creature or we gang 
near her." 

Andrew Fairservice, though he had ceased to caper 
on the pinnacle upon the cessation of the firing which 
had given occasion for his whimsical exercise, con- 
tinued, as perched on the top of an exposed cliff, too 
conspicuous an object to escape the sharp eyes of the 
Highlanders when they had time to look a little around 
them. When he was discovered, a wild and loud halloo 
was set up among the assembled victors, three or four of 
whom instantly plunged into the copsewood and ascend- 
ed the rocky sides of the hill in different directions to- 
ward the place where they had discovered this whimsi- 
cal apparition. 

Those who arrived first within gunshot of poor An- 
drew did not trouble themselves to offer him any assist- 
ance in the ticklish posture of his affairs, but, leveling 
their long Spanish-barreled guns, gave him to under- 
stand by signs which admitted of no misconstruction 
that he must contrive to come down and submit himself 
to their mercy, or to be marked at from beneath like a 
regimental target set up for ball practice. With such a 
formidable hint for venturous exertion Andrew Fairserv- 
ice could no longer hesitate; the more imminent peril 
overcame his sense of that which seemed less inevitable, 



ROB ROY. 211 

and he began to descend the cliff at all risks, clutching 
to the ivy and oak stumps and projecting fragments of 
rock with an almost feverish anxiety, and never failing, 
as circumstances left him a hand at liberty, to extend it 
to the plaided gentry below in an attitude of supplica- 
tion, as if to deprecate the discharge of their leveled 
firearms. In a word, the fellow, under the influence of a 
counteracting motive for terror, achieved a safe descent 
from his perilous eminence which nothing but the fear 
of instant death could have moved him to attempt. The 
awkward mode of Andrew's descent greatly amused the 
Highlanders below, who fired a shot or two while he was 
engaged in it, without the purpose of injuring him, but 
merely to enhance the amusement they derived from his 
extreme terror, and the superlative exertions of agility 
to which it excited him. 

At length he attained firm and comparatively level 
ground — or rather, to speak more correctly, his foot slip- 
ping at the last point of descent, he fell on the earth at 
his full length and was raised by the assistance of the 
Highlanders who stood to receive him, and who, ere he 
gained his legs, stripped him not only of the w^hole con- 
tents of his pockets, but of periwig, hat, coat, doublet, 
stockings, and shoes, performing the feat with such ad- 
mirably celerity that, although he fell on his back a 
well-clothed and decent burgher-seeming serving-man, 
he arose a forked, uncased, bald-pated, beggarly-looking 
scarecrow. Without respect to the pain which his unde- 
fended toes experienced from the sharp encounter of the 
rocks over which they hurried him, those who had de- 
tected Andrew proceeded to drag him downward toward 
the road through all the intervening obstacles. 



212 I^OB ROY. 

In the course of their descent the Highlanders dis- 
covered Mr. Jarvie and Frank; instantly several of their 
number surrounded them and were about to treat them 
in the same manner as they had poor Andrew, when Dou- 
gal entered upon the scene. By a high tone of expostu- 
lation, mixed with oaths and threats, he compelled the 
plunderers to desist from further trespass, and under his 
protection led the Bailie and Frank to the presence of 
Helen MacGregor. Frank was hesitating in what terms 
to accost this personage, when Mr. Jarvie, breaking the 
ice with a preparatory cough (for the speed with which 
he had been brought into her presence had again im- 
peded his respiration), addressed her as follows: " Uli! 
uh! etc., etc. — I am very happy to have this joyful op- 
portunity " — a quaver in his voice strongly belied the 
emphasis which he studiously laid on the word joyful — 
"this joyful occasion," he resumed, trying to give the 
adjective a more suitable accentuation, " to wish my 
kinsman Eobin's wife a very good-morning — uh! uh! 
How's a' wi' ye?" — by this time he had talked himself 
into his usual jog-trot manner, which exhibited a mix- 
ture of familiarity and self-importance — " how's a' wi' 
ye this lang time? Ye'll hae forgotten me, Mrs. Mac- 
Gregor Campbell, as your cousin — uh! uh! — but ye'll 
mind my father. Deacon Xicol Jarvie, in the Saut Market 
o' Glasgow? — an honest man he was, and a sponsible, 
and respectit you and yours. Sae, as I said before, I 
am right glad to see you, Mrs. Macgregor Campbell, 
as my kinsman's wife. I wad crave the liberty of a 
kinsman to salute you, but that your gillies keep 
such a dolefu' fast baud o' my arms, and, to speak 
Heaven's truth and a magistrate's, ye wadna be the 



ROB ROY. 213 

waur of a cogfu' o' water before ye welcome your 
friends." 

There was something in the familiarity of this intro- 
duction which ill suited the exalted state of temper of 
the person to whom it was addressed, then busied with 
distributing dooms of death, and warm from conquest 
in a perilous encounter. 

" What fellow are you/' she said, '' that dare to claim 
kindred with the MacGregor, and neither wear his dress 
nor speak the language? What are you, that have the 
tongue and the habit of the hound, and yet seek to lie 
down with the deer ? " 

" I dinna ken," said the undaunted Bailie, " if the 
kindred has ever been weel redd out to you yet, cousin 
— but it's ken'd, and can be prov'd. My' mother, Els- 
peth MacFarlane, was the wife of my father. Deacon 
Xicol Jarvie — peace be wi' them baith! — and Elspeth 
was the daughter of Parlane MacFarlane, at the Sheel- 
ing 0^ Loch Sloy. Xow, this Parlane MacFarlane, as his 
surviving daughter Maggy MacFarlane, alias MacXab, 
wha married Duncan MacXab o' Stuckavrallachan, can 
testify, stood as near to your gudeman, Robert Mac- 
Gregor, as in the fourth degree of kindred, for " 

The virago lopped the genealogical tree by demand- 
ing haughtily '^ if a stream of rushing water acknowl- 
edged any relation with the portion withdrawn from it 
for the mean domestic uses of those who dwelt on its 
banks?" 

"Vera true, kinswoman," said the Bailie; "but for 

a' that, the burn wad be glad to hae the mildam back 

again in simmer, when the chuckie-stanes are white in 

the sun. I ken weel eneugh you Hieland folk haud us 

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214 ROB ROY. 

Glasgow people light and cheap for our language and 
our claes; but everybody speaks their native tongue that 
they learned in infancy; and it would be a dafthke 
thing to see me wi' my fat wame in a short Hieland 
coat, and my puir short houghs gartered below the knee, 
like ane o' your lang-legged gillies. Mair by token, kins- 
woman/' he continued, in defiance of various intima- 
tions by which Dougal seemed to recommend silence, as 
well as of the marks of impatience which the Amazon 
evinced at his loquacity, " I wad hae ye to mind that the 
king's errand whiles comes in the cadger's gate, and 
that, for as high as ye may think o' the gudeman, as it's 
right every wife should honor her husband — there's 
Scripture warrant for that — yet as high as ye hand him, 
as I was saying, I hae been serviceable to Rob ere now; 
foreby a set o' pearlins I sent yourself when ye was gaun 
to be married, and when Rob was an honest weel-doing 
drover, and nane o' this unlawfu' wark, wi' fighting, 
and flashes, and fluff -gibs, disturbing the king's peace 
and disarming his soldiers." 

He had apparently touched on a key which his kins- 
woman could not brook. She drew herself to her full 
height and betrayed the acuteness of feelings by a laugh 
of mingled scorn and bitterness. 

" Yes," she said, " you, and such as you, might claim 
a relation to us when we stooped to be the paltry 
wretches fit to exist under your dominion as your hewers 
of wood and drawers of water — to find cattle for your 
banquets, and subjects for your laws to oppress and 
trample on. But now we are free — free by the very act 
which left us neither house nor hearth, food nor covering 
— which bereaved me of all — of all — and makes me 



ROB ROY. 215 

groan when I think that I must still cumber the earth 
for other purposes than those of vengeance. And 1 will 
carry on the work this day so well commenced by a deed 
that shall break all bands between MacGregor and the 
Lowland churls. Here, xVllan — Dougal — bind these Sas- 
senachs neck and heel together, and throw them into the 
Highland Loch to seek for their Highland kinsfolk." 

The Bailie, alarmed at this mandate, was commenc- 
ing an expostulation which probably would have only in- 
flamed the violent passions of the person whom he ad- 
dressed, when Dougal threw himself between them, and 
in his own language, which he spoke with a fluency and 
rapidity strongly contrasted by the slow, imperfect, and 
idiotlike manner in which he expressed himself in Eng- 
lish, poured forth a very animated pleading in behalf of 
the Sassenach gentlemen. 

His mistress replied to him, or rather cut short his 
harangue, by exclaiming in English : " Base dog, and 
son of a dog, do you dispute my command? Should I 
tell ye to cut out their tongues and put them into each 
other's throats to try which would there best knap South- 
ron, or to tear out their hearts and put them into each 
other's breasts, to see which would there best plot trea- 
son against the MacGregor — and such things have been 
done of old in the day of revenge, when our fathers had 
wrongs to redress — should I command you to do this, 
would it be your part to dispute my orders? " 

" To be sure, to be sure," Dougal replied with ac- 
cents of profound submission, " her pleasure snld be 
done — tat's but reason; but an it were — tat is, an it 
could be thought the same to her to coup the ill-faured 
loon of ta red-coat Captain, and hims Corporal Cramp, 



21G r.OB ROY. 

and twa three o^ the red-coats, into the loch, hersell wad 
do't wi' nnickle mair great satisfaction than to hurt sa 
honest civil shentlemans as were friends to the Grega- 
rach, and came up on the Chief's assurance, and not to 
do no treason, as hersell could testify." 

The lady was about to reply, when a few wild strains 
of a pibroch were heard advancing up the road from 
Aberfoil, the same, probably, which had reached the ears 
of Captain Thornton's rear guard and determined him 
to force his way onward rather than return to the village, 
on finding the pass occupied. The skirmish being of 
very short duration, the armed men who followed this 
martial melody had not, although quickening their 
march when they heard the firing, been able to arrive 
in time sufficient to take any share in the rencounter. 
The victory, therefore, was complete without them, and 
they now arrived only to share in the triumph of their 
countrymen. 

But it was easy to see that this band had not arrived 
from a victory such as they found their companions here 
possessed of. The pibroch sent forth occasionally a few 
wailing notes expressive of a very different sentiment 
from triumph; and when they appeared before the 
wife of their chieftain it was in silence, and with down- 
cast and melancholy looks. They paused when they ap- 
proached her, and the pipes again sent forth the same 
wild and melancholy strain. 

Helen rushed toward them with a countenance in 
which anger was mingled with appreliension. " What 
means this, Alaster?" she said to the minstrel — "why 
a lament in the moment of victory? — Robert — Hamish 
— where's the Macgregor? where's your father? " 



ROB ROY. 217 

Her sons, who led the band, advanced with slow and 
irresolute steps toward her and murmured a few words 
in Gaelic, at hearing which she set up a shriek that made 
the rocks ring again, in which all the women and boys 
joined, clapping their hands and yelling as if their lives 
had been expiring in the sound. 

" Taken ! '' repeated Helen, when the clamor had 
subsided — " taken! captive! and you live to say so? 
Coward dogs! did I nurse you for this, that you 
should spare your blood on your father's enemies? or see 
him prisoner, and come back to tell it?'' 

The sons of MacGregor, to whom this expostulation 
was addressed, were youths, of whom the eldest had hard- 
ly attained his twentieth year. Hamish, or James, the 
elder of these youths, was the tallest by a head, and 
much handsomer than his brother; his light-blue eyes, 
with a profusion of fair hair, which streamed from under 
his smart blue bonnet, made his whole appearance a 
most favorable specimen of the Highland youth. The 
younger was called Robert; but, to distinguish him from 
his father, the Highlanders added the epithet Oig, or 
the young. Dark hair and dark features, with a ruddy 
glow of health and animation, and a form strong and 
well-set beyond his years, completed the sketch of the 
young mountaineer. 

Both now stood before their mother with counte- 
nances clouded with grief and shame, and listened with 
the most respectful submission to the reproaches with 
which she loaded them. At length when her resent- 
ment appeared in some degree to subside, the eldest, 
speaking in English, probably that he might not be 
understood by their followers, endeavored respectfully 



218 liOB ROY. 

to vindicate himself and his brother from his mother's 
reproaches. 

" The MacGregor/' his son stated, " had been called 
out npon a trysting with a Lowland hallion who came 
with a token from " — he muttered the name very low, 
but Frank thought it sounded like his own. " The Mac- 
Gregor," he said, '^ accepted the invitation, but com- 
manded the Saxon who brought the message to be de- 
tained as a hostage, that good faith should be observed 
to him. Accordingly he went to the place of ap- 
pointment attended only by Angus Breck and Little 
Eory, commanding no one to follow him. With- 
in half an hour Angus Breck came back with the dole- 
ful tidings that the MacGregor had been surprised and 
made prisoner by a party of Lennox militia under Gal- 
braith of Garschattachin." He added, " that Galbraith, 
on being threatened by MacGregor, who upon his cap- 
ture menaced him with retaliation on the person of the 
hostage, had treated the threat with great contempt, re- 
plying: ' Let each side hang his man; we'll hang the 
thief, and your caterans may hang the ganger Eob, and 
the country will be rid of two damned things at once, a 
wild Highlander and a revenue officer.' Angus Breck, 
less carefully looked to than his master, contrived to es- 
cape from the hands of his captors, after having been in 
their custody long enough to hear this discussion and 
to bring off the news." 

" And did you learn this, you false-hearted traitor," 
said the wife of MacGregor, " and not instantly rush to 
your father's rescue to bring him off, or leave your body 
on the place? " 

The young MacGregor modestly replied by repre- 



ROB ROY. 219 

senting the very superior force of the enemy, and stated 
that, as they made no preparation for leaving the coun- 
try, he had fallen back up the glen with the purpose 
of collecting a band sufficient to attempt a rescue with 
some tolerable chance of success. At length he said 
" the militiamen would quarter, he understood, in the 
neighboring house of Gartartan, or the old castle in the 
port of Monteith, or some other stronghold which, al- 
though strong and defensible, was nevertheless capable 
of being surprised could they but get enough men 
assembled for the purpose." 

The wife of MacGregor commanded that the hostage 
exchanged for his safety should be brought into her 
presence. They dragged forward at her summons a 
wretch already half dead with terror, in whose agonized 
features Frank recognized, to his horror and astonish- 
ment, his old acquaintance Morris. 

He fell prostrate before the female chief; entreated, 
begged, and pleaded — becoming, in the ecstasy of fear, 
even eloquent — for his life; but all his efforts failed to 
move the wife of MacGregor. With scorn, loathing, 
and contempt she addressed him: 

" I could have bid ye live," she said, " had life been 
to you the same weary and wasting burden that it is to 
me — that it is to every noble and generous mind. But 
you — wretch! you could creep through the world unaf- 
fected by its various disgraces, its ineffable miseries, its 
constantly accumulating masses of crime and sorrow: 
you could live and enjoy yourself, while the noble-minded 
are betrayed — while nameless and birthless villains tread 
on the neck of the brave and the long-descended; you 
could enjoy yourself like a butcher's dog in the shambles, 



220 I^^B ROY. 

battening on garbage, while the slaughter of the oldest 
and best went on around you! This enjoyment you 
shall not live to partake of! You shall die, base dog! 
and that before yon cloud has passed over the sun." 

She gave a brief command in Gaelic to her attend- 
ants, two of whom seized upon the prostrate suppliant 
and hurried him to the brink of a cliff which overhung 
the flood. He set up the most piercing and dreadful cries 
that fear ever uttered. The victim was held fast by 
some, while others, binding a large heavy stone in a 
plaid, tied it round his neck, and others eagerly stripped 
him of some part of his dress. Half naked, and thus 
manacled, they hurled him into the lake, there about 
twelve feet deep, with a loud halloo of vindictive tri- 
umph — above which, however, his last death-shriek, the 
yell of mortal agony, was distinctly heard. The heavy 
burden splashed in the dark-blue waters, and the High- 
landers, with their pole-axes and swords, watched an in- 
stant to guard, lest, extricating himself from the load 
to which he was attached, the victim might have strug- 
gled to regain the shore. But the knot had been se- 
curely bound — the wretched man sank without effort; 
the waters, which his fall had disturbed, settled calmly 
over him, and the unit of that life for which he had 
pleaded so strongly was forever withdrawn from the 
sum of human existence. 



CHAPTER XXIV. 

And be he safe restored ere evening set, 
Or if there's vengeance in an injured heart, 
And power to wreak it in an armed hand, 
Your land shall ache for't ! 

Old Play. 

Fraxk and Mr. Jarvie were horrified at this deed of 
violence, and the latter gave vent to his feelings in the 
following words: 

" I take up my protest against this deed as a bloody 
and cruel murder. It is a cursed deed, and God will 
avenge it in his due way and time." 

" Then you do not fear to follow? " said the virago, 
bending on him a look of death, such as that with which 
a hawk looks at his prey ere he pounces. 

" Kinswoman," said the Bailie, " nae man willingly 
wad cut short his thread of life before the end o' his pirn 
was fairly measured off on the yarn-winles; and I hae 
muckle to do, an I be spared, in this warld — public and 
private business, as weel that belanging to the magistracy. 
as to my ain particular; and nae doubt I hae some to de- 
pend on me, as puir Mattie wha is an orphan — she's a 
far-awa' cousin o' the Laird o' Limmerfield. Sae that, 
laying a' this thegither — skin for skin, yea, all that a 
man hath will he give for his life." 

" And were I to set you at liberty," said the imperi- 

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222 ROB ROY. 

ous dame, " what name could you give to the drowning 
of that Saxon dog? " 

" Uh! uh! — hem! hem! " said the Bailie, clearing 
his throat as well as he could, '' I suld study to say as 
little on that score as might be: least said is sunest 
mended." 

" But if you were called on by the courts, as you 
term them, of justice," she again demanded, " what then 
would be your answer? " 

The Bailie looked this way and that way, like a person 
who meditates an escape, and then answered in the tone 
of one wlio, seeing no means of accomplishing a retreat, 
determines to stand the brunt of battle: "I see what 
you are driving me to the wa' about. But I'll tell you't 
plain, kinswoman, I behoved just to speak according 
to my ain conscience; and though your ain gudeman, 
that I wish had been here for his ain sake and mine, as 
weel as the puir Hieland creature Dougal, can tell ye 
that Nicol Jarvie can wink as hard at a friend's failings 
as onybody, yet I'se tell ye, kinswoman, mine's ne'er be 
the tongue to belie my thought; and sooner than say 
that yonder puir wretch was lawfully slaughtered, I wad 
consent to be laid beside him — though I think ye are the 
first Hieland woman wad mint sic a doom to her hus- 
band's kinsman but four times removed." 

It is probable that the tone and firmness assumed by 
the Bailie in his last speech was better suited to make 
an impression on the hard heart of his kinswoman than 
the tone of supplication he had hitherto assumed, as 
gems can be cut with steel, though they resist softer 
metals. She commanded the Bailie and Frank both to 
be placed before her. " Your name," she said to the 



ROB ROY. 223 

latter, "is Osbaldistone? — the dead dog, whose death 
you have witnessed, called you so.' 

" My name is Osbaldistone," was Frank's answer. 

" Kashleigh, then, I suppose, is your Christian 
name?" she pursued. 

" No; my name is Francis." 

" But you know Eashlcigh Osbaldistone," she con- 
tinued. " He is your brother, if I mistake not — at least 
your kinsman and near friend." 

" He is my kinsman," replied Frank, " but not my 
friend. We were lately engaged together in a rencoun- 
ter, when we were separated by a person whom I under- 
stand to be your husband. My blood is hardly yet 
dried on his sword, and the wound on my side is yet 
green. I have little reason to acknowledge him as a 
friend." 

" Then," she replied, " if a stranger to his intrigues, 
you can go in safety to Garschattachin and his party 
without fear of being detained, and carry them a mes- 
sage from the wife of the MacGregor?" 

Frank answered that he knew no reasonable cause 
why the militia gentlemen should detain him; that he 
had no reason to fear being in their hands; and that 
if his going on her embassy would act as a protection to 
his friend and servant, who were her prisoners, he was 
ready to set out directly. He also took the opportunity 
to say, " I have come into this country on your hus- 
band's invitation, and his assurance that he would aid 
me in some important matters in which I am interested. 
My companion, Mr. Jarvie, has accompanied me on the 
same errand." 

" And I wish ^Ir. Jarvie's boots had been fu' o' boil- 



224 ROB ROY. 

ing water when he drew them on for sic a purpose/' 
interrupted the Bailie. 

" You may read your father/' said Helen Mac- 
Gregor, turning to her sons, '' in what this young Saxon 
tells us — wise only when the bonnet is on his head and 
the sword is in his hand, he never exchanges the tartan 
for the broadcloth, but he runs himself into the miser- 
able intrigues of the Lowlanders, and becomes again, 
after all he has suffered, their agent, their tool, their 
slave." 

" Add, madam," said Frank, ^' and their benefactor." 

^' Be it so," she said; " for it is the most empty title 
of them all, since he has uniformly sown benefits to reap 
a harvest of the most foul ingratitude. But enough 
of this. I shall cause you to be guided to the enemy's 
outposts. Ask for their commander, and deliver him 
this message from me, Helen MacGregor: that if they in- 
jure a hair of MacGregor's head, and if they do not set 
him at liberty within the space of twelve hours, there is 
not a lady in the Lennox but shall before Christmas cry 
the coronach for them she will be loath to lose; there is 
not a farmer but shall sing well-a-wa over a burnt barn- 
yard and an empty byre; there is not a laird nor heritor 
shall lay his head on the pillow at night with the assur- 
ance of being a live man in the morning; and, to begin 
as we are to end, so soon as the term is expired, I will 
send them this Glasgow Bailie, and this Saxon captain, 
and all the rest of my prisoners, each bundled in a plaid, 
and chopped into as many pieces as there are checks in 
the tartan! " 

As she paused in her denunciation, Captain Thorn- 
ton, who was within hearing, added with great coolness ; 



ROB ROY. 225 

" Present my compliments — Captain Thornton's, of the 
Royals, compliments — to the commanding officer, and 
tell him to do his duty and secure his prisoner, and 
not waste a thought upon me. If 1 have been fool 
enough to have been led into an ambuscade by these art- 
ful savages, I am wise enough to know how to die for it 
without disgracing the service. I am only sorry for my 
poor fellows," he said, "that have fallen into such butch- 
erly hands." 

"WhistI whist!" exclaimed the Bailie; '* are ye 
weary o' your life? Ye'U gie rnij service to the com- 
manding officer, Mr. Osbaldistone — Bailie Nicol Jarvie's 
service, a magistrate o' Glasgow, as his father the deacon 
was before him — and tell him, here are a vrlieen honest 
men in great trouble, and like to come to mair; and the 
best thing he can do for the common good will be just 
to let Rob come his wa's up the glen, and nae mair about 
it. There's been some ill dune here already; but as it 
has lighted chief on the ganger, it winna be muckle 
worth making a stir about." 

"With these very opposite injunctions from the parties 
chiefly interested in the success of his embassy, Frank, 
under the guidance and escort of Hamish MacGregor, 
the elder of the brothers, set forth on foot for the camp 
of Galbraith, or, in other words, Garschattachin. In 
al)out an hour's time they approached the outposts of the 
enemy's camp. Young ^lacGregor intimated to Frank 
that he was to descend to the station of the militia and 
execute his errand to the commander, enjoining him at 
the same time, with a menacing gesture, neither to in- 
form them who had guided him to that place, nor where 
he had parted from his escort. Thus tutorod, Frank de- 



226 ROB ROY. 

scended toward the military post, followed by Andrew, 
who, only retaining his breeches and stockings of the 
English costume, without a hat, bare-legged, with 
brogues on his feet, which Dougal had given him out of 
compassion, and having a tattered plaid to supply the 
want of all upper garments, looked as if he had been 
playing the part of a Highland Tom-of-Bedlam. They 
had not proceeded far before they became visible to one 
of the videttes, who, riding toward them, presented his 
carbine and commanded Frank to stand. He obeyed, 
and when the soldier came up, desired to be conducted to 
his commanding officer. He was immediately brought 
where the circle of officers, sitting upon the grass, seemed 
in attendance upon one of superior rank. He wore a 
cuirass of polished steel, over which was drawn the in- 
signia of the ancient Order of the Thistle. Garschatta- 
chin and many other gentlemen, some in uniform, others 
in their ordinary dress, but all armed and well attended, 
seemed to receive their orders from this person of dis- 
tinction. Many servants in rich liveries, apparently a 
part of his household, were also waiting. 

Having paid to this nobleman the respect which his 
rank appeared to demand, Frank acquainted him that 
he had been an involuntary witness to the king's sol- 
diers having suffered a defeat from the Highlanders at 
the pass of Loch-Ard, and that the victors threatened 
every species of extremity to those who had fallen into 
their power as well as to the Low Country in general, 
unless their chief, who had that morning been made pris- 
oner, were returned to them uninjured. The Duke (for 
he was of no lower rank) listened to Frank with great 
composure, and then replied that he should be extremely 



ROB ROY. 227 

sorry to expose the unfortunate gentlemen who had 
been made jjrisoners to the cruelty of the barbarians into 
whose hands they had fallen, but that it was folly to 
suppose that he would deliver up tlie very author of all 
these disorders and offenses, and so encourage his fol- 
lowers in their license. " You may return to those who 
sent you/' he proceeded, " and inform them that I shall 
certainly cause Rob Roy Campbell, whom they call ^lac- 
Gregor, to be executed by break of day, as an outlaw 
taken in arms, and deserving death by a thousand acts 
of violence; that 1 should be most justly held unworthy 
of my situation and commission did I act otherwise; that 
I shall know how to protect the country against their 
insolent threats of violence; and that if they injure a 
hair of the head of any of the unfortunate gentlemen 
whom an unlucky accident has thrown into their power, 
I will take such ample vengeance that the very stones 
of their glens shall sing woe for it this hundred years to 
come! " 

Frank humbly begged leave to remonstrate respect- 
ing the honorable mission imposed on him, and touched 
upon the obvious danger attending it, w^ien the noble 
commander replied " that, such being the case, he might 
send his servant." 

" The deil be in my feet," said Andrew, without 
either having respect to the presence in which he stood, 
or waiting till Frank replied, " the deil be in my feet if 
I gang my tae's length. Do the folk think I hae another 
thrapple in my pouch after John Highlandman's 
snecked this ane wi' his joctaleg? or that I can dive 
doun at the tae side of a Highland loch and rise at the 
tother, like a sheldrake? Xa, na; ilk ane for himsell, 



228 ROB ROY. 

and God for us a'. Folk may just make a page o' their 
ain age, and serve themsells till their bairns grow up, 
and gang their ain errands for Andrew. Eob Roy never 
came near the parish of Dreepdaily to steal either pippin 
or pear frae me or mine/' 

Silencing his follower with some difficulty, Frank 
represented to the Duke the great danger Captain Thorn- 
ton and Mr. Jarvie would certainly be exposed to, and 
entreated he would make him the bearer of such modi- 
fied terms as might be the means of saving their lives. 
He assured him he should decline no danger if he could 
be of service; but from what he had heard and seen, he 
had little doubt they would be instantly murdered 
should the chief of the outlaws suffer death. 

The Duke was obviously much affected. " It was a 
hard case," he said, " and he felt it as such; but he had 
a paramount duty to perform to the country. Rob Roy 
must die! " 

It was not without emotion that Frank heard this 
threat of instant death to his acquaintance Campbell, 
who had so often testified his good will toward him. 
Nor was he singular in the feeling, for many of those 
around the Duke ventured to express themselves in fa- 
vor of the outlaw. " It would be more advisable," they 
said, '•' to send him to Stirling Castle and there detain 
him a close prisoner, as a pledge for the submission and 
dispersion of his gang. It were a great pity to expose 
the country to be plundered, which, now that the long 
nights approached, it would be found very difficult to 
prevent, since it was impossible to guard every point, 
and the Highlanders were sure to select those that were 
left exposed." They added that there was great hard- 



TtOB ROY. 229 

ship in leaving the unfortunate prisoners to the almost 
certain doom of massacre denounced against them, 
which no one doubted would be executed in the first 
burst of revenge. 

Garschattachin ventured yet further, confiding in 
the honor of the nobleman whom he addressed, although 
he knew he had particular reasons for disliking their 
prisoner. " Rob Roy," he said, " though a kittle neigh- 
bor to the Low Country, and particularly obnoxious to 
his Grace, and though he maybe carried the cateran 
trade farther than ony man o' his day, was an auld-far- 
rand carle, and there might be some means of making 
him hear reason; whereas his wife and sons were reck- 
less fiends, without either fear or mercy about them, 
and, at the head of a' his limmer loons, would be a 
worse plague to the country than ever he had been." 

"Pooh! pooh!" replied his Grace, "it is the very 
sense and cunning of this fellow which has so long main- 
tained his reign; a mere Highland robber w^ould have 
been put down in as many weeks as he has flourished 
years. His gang without him is no more to be dreaded 
as a permanent annoyance — it will no longer exist — 
than a wasp without its head, which may sting once per- 
haps, but is instantly crushed into annihilation." 

Garschattachin was not so easily silenced. " I am 
sure, my Lord Duke," he replied, " I have no favor for 
Rob, and he has as little for me, seeing he has twice 
cleaned out my ain byres, beside skaith amang my ten- 
ants; but, however " 

" But, however, Garschattachin," said the Duke, 

with a smile of peculiar expression, " I fancy you 

think such a freedom mav be pardoned in a friend's 
16 



230 I^OB ROY. 

friend, and Eob's supposed to be no enemy to Major 
Galbraitli's friends over the water." 

" If it be so, my Lord/' said Garschattachin in the 
same tone of jocularity, " it's no the warst thing I have 
heard of him. But I wish we heard some news from 
the clans that we have waited for sae lang. I vow to 
God they'll keep a Hielandman's word wi' us. I never 
ken'd them better. It's ill drawing boots upon trews." 

" I can not believe it," said the Duke. " These gen- 
tlemen are known to be men of honor, and I must neces- 
sarily suppose they are to keep their appointment. Send 
out two more horsemen to look for our friends. We 
can not, till their arrival, pretend to attack the pass 
where Captain Thornton has suffered himself to be sur- 
prised, and which, to my know^ledge, ten men on foot 
might make good against a -regiment of the best horse 
in Europe. Meanwhile let refreshments be given to 
the men." 

Frank had the benefit of this last order, the more 
necessary and acceptable as he had tasted nothing since 
the hasty meal at Aberfoil the evening before. The vi- 
dettes who had been dispatched returned without tid- 
ings of the expected auxiliaries, and sunset was ap- 
proaching when a Highlander, belonging to the clans 
whose co-operation was expected, appeared as the bearer 
of a letter, which he delivered to the Duke with a most 
profound concje. 

" Now will I wad a hogshead of claret," said Gars- 
chattachin, " that this is a message to tell us that these 
cursed Highlandmen, whom we have fetched here at the 
expense of so much plague and vexation, are going to 
draw off, and leave us to do our own business if we can." 



ROB ROY. 231 

" It is even so, gentlemen," said the Duke, reddening 
with indignation after having perused the letter, which 
was written upon a very dirty scrap of paper, but most 
punctiliously addressed, " For the much-honored hands 
of Ane High and Mighty Prince, the Duke," etc., etc. 
" Our allies," continued the Duke, " have deserted us, 
gentlemen, and have made a separate peace with the 
enemy." 

" It's just the fate of all alliances," said Garschatta- 
chin; ^^ the Dutch were gaun to serve us the same gate, 
if we had not got the start of them at Utrecht." 

" You are facetious, sir," said the Duke, with a frown 
which showed how little he liked the pleasantry; "but 
our business is rather of a grave cast just now. I sup- 
pose no gentleman would advise our attempting to pene- 
trate farther into the country unsupported either by 
friendly Highlanders or by infantry from Inversnaid ? " 

A general answer announced that the attempt w^ould 
be perfect madness. 

" Xor would there be great wisdom," the Duke add- 
ed, " in remaining exposed to a night-attack in this place. 
I therefore propose that we should retreat to the house 
of Duchray and that of Gartartan, and keep safe and 
sure watch and ward until morning. But before we 
separate, I will examine Eob Roy before you all, and 
jnake you sensible by your own eyes and ears, of the ex- 
treme unfitness of leaving him space for further out- 
rage." He gave orders accordingly, and the prisoner 
was brought before him, his arms belted down above the 
elbow, and secured to his body by a horse-girth buckled 
tight behind him. Two non-commissioned officers had 
hold of him, one on each side, and two file of men with 



232 i^^s i^C)y. 

carbines and fixed bayonets attended for additional se- 
curity. 

His manner was bold, unconstrained unless by the 
actual bonds, haughty, and even dignified. He bowed 
to the Duke, nodded to Garschattachin and others, and 
showed some surprise at seeing Frank among the party. 

" It is long since we have met, Mr. Campbell," said 
the Duke. 

" It is so, my Lord Duke ; I could have wished it had 
been " (looking at the fastening on his arms) " when I 
could have better paid the compliments I owe to your 
Grace; but there's a gude time coming." 

" No time like the time present, Mr. Campbell," an- 
swered the Duke, " for the hours are fast flying that 
must settle your last accounts with all mortal affairs. I 
do not say this to insult your distress; but you must be 
aware yourself that you draw near the end of your career. 
I do not deny that you may sometimes have done less 
harm than others of your unhappy trade, and that you 
may occasionally have exhibited marks of talent, and 
even of a disposition which promised better things. But 
you are aware how long you have been the terror and the 
oppressor of a peaceful neighborhood, and by what acts 
of violence you have maintained and extended your 
usurped authority. You know, in short, that you have 
deserved death, and that you must prepare for it." 

" My Lord," said Eob Eoy, " although I may well lay 
my misfortunes at your Grace's door, yet I will never 
say that you yourself have been the willful and witting 
author of them. My Lord, if I had thought sae, your 
Grace would not this day have been sitting in judgment 
on me; for you have been three times within good rifle 



ROB ROY. 233 

distance of me when you were thinking but of the red 
deer, and few people liave ken'd me miss my aim. But 
as for them that have abused your Grace's ear, and set 
you up against a man that was ance as peacefu' a man as 
ony in the land, and made your name the warrant for 
driving me to utter extremity, I have had some amends 
of them, and, for a' that your Grace now says, I expect 
to live to hae mair." 

" I know," said the Duke, in rising anger, " that you 
are a determined and impudent villain, who will keep 
his oath if he swears to mischief; but it shall be my care 
to prevent you. You have no enemies but your own 
wicked actions." 

*^ Had I called myself Grahame, instead of Campbell, 
I might have heard less about them," answered Rob Roy 
with dogged resolution. 

" You will do well, sir," said the Duke, " to warn 
your wife and family and followers to beware how they 
use the gentlemen now in their hands, as I will requite 
tenfold on them, and their kin and allies, the slightest 
injury done to any of his Majesty's liege subjects." 

" My Lord," said Roy in answer, " none of my ene- 
mies will allege that I have been a bloodthirsty man, 
and were I now wi' my folk I could rule four or five 
hundred wild Hielanders as easy as your Grace those 
eight or ten lackeys and foot-boys. But if your Grace is 
bent to take the head away from a house, ye may lay 
your account there will be misrule amang the members. 
However, come o't what like, there's an honest man, a 
kinsman o' my ain, maun come by nae skaith. Is there 
one body here wad do a gude deed for MacGregor? he 
may repay it, though his hands be now tied." 



234 ROB ROY. 

The Highlander who had delivered the letter to the 
Duke replied: " I'll do your will for you, MacGregor, 
and I'll gang back up the glen on purpose." 

He advanced, and received from the prisoner a mes- 
sage in Gaelic to his wife, which probably related to 
some measures to be taken for the safety of Mr. Jarvie. 

^' Do you hear the fellow's impudence?" said the 
Duke; " he confides in his character of a messenger. 
His conduct is of a piece with his master's, who invited 
us to make common cause against these freebooters, and 
have deserted us so soon as the MacGregors have agreed 
to surrender the Balquhidder lands they were squab- 
bling about. 

* No truth in plaids, no faith in tartan trews ! 
Chameleon-Kke, they change a thousand hues.' " 

" Your great ancestor never said so, my Lord," an- 
swered Major Galbraith; " and, with submission, neither 
would your Grace have occasion to say it, wad ye but be 
for beginning justice at the well-head. Gie the honest 
man his mear again. Let every head wear it's ane ban- 
net, and the distractions o' the Lennox wad be mended 
wi' them o' the land." 

"Hush! hush! Garschattachin," said the Duke; 
" this is language dangerous for you to talk to any one, 
and especially to me; but I presume you reckon yourself 
a privileged person. Please to draw off your party to- 
ward Gartartan. I shall myself see the prisoner escorted 
to Duchray, and send you orders to-morrow. You will 
please grant no leave of absence to any of your troopers." 

" Here's auld ordering and counter-ordering," mut- 
tered Garschattachin between his teeth. " But patience! 



ROB ROY. 235 

patience! we may ae day play at change seats, the king's 
coming." 

The two troops of cavalry now formed and prepared 
to march off the ground, that they might avail them- 
selves of the remainder of daylight to get to their even- 
ing quarters. Frank received an intimation, rather 
than an invitation, to attend the party; and he per- 
ceived that, though no longer considered as a prisoner, 
he was yet under some sort of suspicion. 



CHAPTER XXV. 

And when he came to broken brigg, 

He bent his bow and swam ; 
And when he came to grass growing, 

Set down his feet and ran. 

Gil Morrice. 

To insure the safe custody of the prisoner, the Duke 
had caused him to be placed on horseback behind one of 
his retainers, called Ewan of Brigglands, one of the 
largest and strongest men who were present. A horse- 
belt passed round the bodies of both, and buckled before 
the yeoman's breast, rendered it impossible for Eob Roy 
to free himself from his keeper. Frank was directed to 
keep close beside them, and accommodated for the pur- 
pose with a troop-horse. They were as closely surround- 
ed by the soldiers as the width of the road would permit, 
and had always at least one, if not two, on each side with 
pistol in hand. Andrew Fairservice, furnished with a 
Highland pony, of which they had made prey somewhere 
or other, was permitted to ride among the other domes- 
tics, of whom a great number attended the line of march, 
though without falling into the ranks of the more regu- 
larly trained troopers. 

In this manner the company traveled for a certain 
distance, until they arrived at a place where they were to 
cross the river. The Forth, as being the outlet of a lake, 
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ROB ROY. 237 

is of considerable depth, even where less important in 
point of width, and the descent to the ford was by a 
broken precipitous ravine which only permitted one 
horsemen to descend at once. The rear and center of 
the small body halting on the bank while the front files 
passed down in succession, produced a considerable de- 
lay, as is usual on such occasions, and even some con- 
fusion; for a number of those riders who made no 
proper part of the squadron crowded to the ford without 
regularity, and made the militia cavalry, although toler- 
ably well drilled, partake in some degree of their own 
disorder. 

It was while they were thus huddled together on the 
bank that Rob Roy whispered to the man behind whom 
he was placed on horseback, '' Your father, Ewan, wadna 
hae carried an auld friend to the shambles, like a calf, 
for a' the dukes in Chrij^tondom,'' 

Ewan returned no answer, but shrugged, as one who 
would express by that sign that what he was doing was 
none of his own choice. 

" And when the MacGregors come down the glen, 
and ye see toom faulds, a bluidy hearthstone, and the 
fire flashing out between the rafters o' your house, ye 
may be thinking then, Ewan, that were your friend Rob 
to the fore you would have had that safe which it will 
make your heart sair to lose." 

Ewan of Brigglands again shrugged and groaned, 
but remained silent. 

" It's a sair thing," continued Rob, sliding his insin- 
uations so gently into Ewan's ear that they reached no 
other but Frank's, who certainly saw himself in no shape 
called upon to destroy MacGregor's prospects of escape — 



238 I^OB ROY. 

^' it's a sair thing that Ewan of Brigglands, whom Roy 
MacGregor has helped with hands, sword, and purse, 
suld mind a gloom from a great man mair than a friend's 
life/' 

Ewan seemed sorely agitated, hut was silent. The 
Duke's voice from the opposite bank called, " Bring over 
the prisoner." 

Ewan put his horse in motion, and just as Roy said, 
" Never weigh a MacGregor's blude against a broken 
whang o' leather, for there will be another accounting 
to gie for it baith here and hereafter," they dashed for- 
ward rather precipitately and entered the water. 

" Not yet, sir — not yet," said some of the troopers to 
Frank, as he was about to follow, while others pressed 
forward into the stream. 

The Duke, on the other side, was engaged in com- 
manding his people to get into order, as they landed dis- 
persedly, some higher, some lower. Many had crossed, 
some were in the water, and the rest were preparing to 
follow, when a sudden splash announced that Mac- 
Gregor's eloquence had prevailed on Ewan to give him 
freedom and a chance for life. The Duke also heard 
the sound, and instantly guessed its meaning. '" Dog! " 
he exclaimed to Ewan as he landed, " where is your pris- 
oner? " and, without waiting to hear the apology which 
the terrified vassal began to falter forth, he fired a pistol 
at his head, and exclaimed : " Gentlemen, disperse, and 
pursue the villain! A hundred guineas for him that 
secures Rob Roy! " 

All became an instant scene of the most lively con- 
fusion. Rob Roy, disengaged from his bonds, doubtless 
by Ewan's slipping the buckle of his belt, had dropped 



ROB ROY. 239 

off at the horse's tail, and instantly dived, passing under 
the belly of the troop-horse which was on his left hand. 
But as he was obliged to come to the surface an instant 
for air, the glimpse of his tartan plaid drew the attention 
of the troopers, some of whom plunged into the river 
with a total disregard to their own safety, rushing, ac- 
cording to the expression of their country, through pool 
and stream, sometimes swimming their horses, some- 
times losing them and struggling for their own lives. 
Others, less zealous or more prudent, broke off in differ- 
ent directions and galloped up and down the banks, to 
watch the place at which the fugitive might possibly 
land. The hallooing, the whooping, the calls for aid at 
different points where they saw, or conceived they saw, 
some vestige of him they were seeking; the frequent 
report of pistols and carbines fired at every object which 
excited the least suspicion; the sight of so many horse- 
men riding about, in and out of the river, and striking 
with their long broadswords at whatever excited their 
attention, joined to the vain exertions used by their offi- 
cers to restore order and regularity — and all this in so 
wild a scene, and visible only by the imperfect twilight 
of an autumn evening, made the most extraordinary 
hubbub. Many of those who seemed most active in 
their attempts to waylay and recover the fugitive, were, 
in actual truth, least desirous that he should be taken, 
and only joined in the cry to increase the general con- 
fusion, and to give Rob Roy a better opportunity of 
escaping. 

Escape, indeed, was not difficult for a swimmer so 
expert as the freebooter as soon as he had eluded 
the first burst of pursuit. At one time he was closely 



240 I^OB ROY. 

pressed and several blows were made which flashed in 
the water around him. MacGregor, however, con- 
trived, when very closely pursued, to disengage him- 
self unobserved from his ]3laid, and suffer it to float 
down the stream, where in its progress it quickly at- 
tracted general attention; many of the horsemen were 
thus put upon a false scent, and several shots or stabs 
were averted from the party for whom they were de- 
signed. 

Once fairly out of view, the recovery of the prisoner 
became almost impossible, since in so many places the 
river was rendered inaccessible by the steepness of its 
banks or the thickets of alders, poplars, and birch 
which, overhanging its banks, prevented the approach 
of horsemen. Errors and accidents had also happened 
among the pursuers, whose task the approaching night 
rendered every moment more hopeless. Some got them- 
selves involved in the eddies of the stream, and required 
the assistance of their companions to save them from 
drowning. Others, hurt by shots or blows in the con- 
fused melee, implored help or threatened vengeance, 
and in one or two instances such accidents led to actual 
strife. The trumpets, therefore, sounded the retreat, an- 
nouncing that the commanding officer, with whatsoever 
unwillingness, had for the present relinquished hopes 
of the important prize which had thus unexpectedly es- 
caped his grasp, and the troopers began slowly, reluc- 
tantly, and brawling with each other as they returned, 
again to assume their ranks. 

Hitherto Frank had been as it were a mere spectator, 
though far from an uninterested one, of the singular 
scene which had passed. But now a voice suddenly ex- 



ROB ROY. 2J:1 

claimed: ""Where is the English stranger? It was he 
gave Rob Roy the knife to cut the belt." 

" Cleeve the pock-pudding to the chafts! " cried one 
voice. 

'^ Weize a brace of balls through his harn-pan! " said 
a second. 

" Drive three inches of cauld aim into his brisket! " 
shouted a third. 

And Frank heard several horses galloping to and fro, 
with the kind purpose, doubtless, of executing these de- 
nunciations. He was immediately awakened to a sense 
of his situation and to the certainty that armed men, 
having no restraint whatever on their irritated and in- 
flamed passions, would undoubtedly begin by shooting or 
cutting him down, and afterward investigate the justice 
of the action. Impressed by this belief, he leaped from 
his horse, and, turning him loose, plunged into a bush of 
alder trees, where, considering the advancing obscurity 
of the night, he thought there was little chance of his 
being discovered. 

After a time Frank crept forth from his hiding- 
place, with the purpose of seeking out the Duke's quar- 
ters and giving himself up to him as a liege subject. It 
was nearly dark, only the distant trample of horses' feet 
and the wailing and prolonged sound of the trumpets 
to recall the straggling soldiers could be heard. Frank 
realized that he was left in a position of considerable 
difficulty. He had no horse; the river before him was 
too deep to be waded, and he could hope for no pleasing 
shelter if he remained on this side of the river. But 
after some consideration, and in want of a better alter- 
native, he decided to retrace his steps to the little inn 



242 ROB ROY. 

where he had spent the night before. He had nothing 
to apprehend from Eob Roy; he might be able to render 
Mr. Jarvie some assistance — at least it would show that 
he had not intentionally deserted him ; and in this quar- 
ter only could he hope to hear of his father's papers. 
These considerations urged him to abandon all idea 
of crossing the Forth that evening. Accordingly, he 
turned away, and was well on his road to the little inn, 
whistling as merrily as he could a favorite tune, when 
two horsemen came up behind him without his hearing 
their approach until one was on each side of him, when 
the left-hand rider, pulling up his horse, spoke in the 
English tongue: "So ho, friend! whither so late?" 

" To my supper and bed at Aberfoil," Frank replied. 

" Are the passes open ? " he inquired with the same 
commanding tone of voice. 

" I do not know," replied Frank; " I shall learn 
when I get there. " But," he added, the fate of Morris 
recurring to his recollection, " if you are an English 
stranger, I advise you to turn back till daylight; there 
has been some disturbance in this neighborhood, and 
I should hesitate to say it is perfectly safe for strangers." 

" The soldiers had the worst — had they not ? " was 
the reply. 

" They had indeed; and an officer's party were de- 
stroyed or made prisoners." 

" Are you sure of that? " replied the horseman. 

" As sure as that I hear you speak," Frank replied. 
" I was an unwilling spectator of the skirmish." 

" Unwilling! " continued the interrogator. " Were 
you not engaged in it, then? " 

" Certainly no; I was detained by the king's officer." 



ROB ROY. • 243 

"On what suspicion? and who are you? or what is 
your name?" he continued. 

"■ I really do not know, sir," said Frank, " why I 
should answer so many questions to an unknown 
stranger. I have told you enough to convince you that 
you are going into a dangerous and distracted country. 
If 3^ou choose to proceed, it is your own affair; hut as I 
ask you no questions respecting your name and business, 
you will oblige me by making no inquiries after mine." 

" Mr. Francis Osbaldistone," said the other rider, 
in a voice every tone of which thrilled Frank, '' should 
not whistle his favorite airs when he wishes to remain 
undiscovered." 

And Diana Vernon — for she, wrapped in a horse- 
man's cloak, was the last speaker — whistled in playful 
mimicry the second part of the tune which was on 
Frank's lips when they came up. 

" Good God! " he exclaimed like one thunderstruck, 
" can it be you. Miss Vernon, on such a spot — at such an 
hour — in such a lawless country — in such " 

'^ In such a masculine dress, you would say. But 
what would you have? The philosophy of the excel- 
lent Corporal Nym is the best, after all; things must be 
as they may — pauca verha.'^ 

While she was thus speaking, Frank eagerly took ad- 
vantage of an unusually bright gleam of moonshine to 
study the appearance of her companion; for it may be 
easily supposed that, finding ^liss Vernon in a place so 
solitary, engaged in a journey so dangerous, and under 
the protection of one gentleman only, were circum- 
stances to excite every feeling of jealousy as well as sur- 
prise. The rider did not speak with the deep melody of 



244 ^OB ROY. 

Rashleigh's voice; his tones were more high and com- 
manding; and he was taller, moreover, as he sat on 
horseback. Neither did the stranger's address resemble 
that of any of the other cousins; it had that indescrib- 
able tone and manner by which is recognized a man of 
sense and breeding even in the first few sentences he 
speaks. 

The object of Frank's anxiety seemed desirous to get 
rid of the investigation. 

" Diana/' he said, in a tone of mingled kindness 
and authority, " give your cousin his property, and let 
us not spend time here." 

Miss Vernon had in the meantime taken out a small 
case, and leaning down from her horse toward Frank, 
she said, in a tone in which an effort at her usual quaint 
lightness of expression contended with a deeper and 
more grave tone of sentiment: "You see, my dear coz, 
I was born to be your better angel. Rashleigh has been 
compelled to yield up his spoil, and had we reached this 
same village of Aberfoil last night, as w^e purposed, I 
should have found some Highland sylph to have wafted 
to you all these representatives of commercial wealth. 
But there were giants and dragons in the way; and 
errant knights and damsels of modern times, bold though 
they may be, must not, as of yore, run into useless dan- 
ger. Do you not do so either, my dear coz." 

" Diana," said her companion, " let me once more 
warn you that the evening waxes late, and we are still 
distant from our home." 

" I am coming, sir, I am coming. Consider," she 
added with a sigh, " how lately I have been subjected to 
control; besides, I have not yet given my cousin the 



ROB ROY. 245 

packet and bade him farewell — forever. — Yes, Frank/' 
she said, '' forever! There is a gulf between us — a gulf 
of absolute perdition. Where we go you must not fol- 
low; what we do you must not share in. Farewell — be 
happy! " 

In the attitude in which she bent from her horse, 
which was a Highland pony, her face, not perhaps alto- 
gether unwillingly, touched Frank's. She pressed his 
hand, while the tear that trembled in her eye found its 
way to his cheek instead of her own. Instantly recov- 
ering from the feeling to which she had involuntarily 
given way, she intimated to her companion she was ready 
to attend him, and, putting their horses to a brisk pace, 
they were soon far distant from the place wdiere Frank 
stood. 

Frank, from the surprise of the sudden meeting with 
Diana Vernon and the sorrow^ of the almost instant part- 
ing, was left stupefied. He continued to look after the 
retreating figures of Diana and her companion until 
they were no longer visible, and the last distant hoof- 
beats of their horses had died away. 



17 



CHAPTER XXVI. 

Dangle. — Egad, I think the interpreter is the harder to be un- 
derstood of the two. 

Critic. 

Feank now resumed his journey toward the inn 
that might give him shelter for the night. As he pur- 
sued his way wrapped in thoughts of Diana Vernon, he 
was suddenly hailed by a touch on the shoulder, and the 
deep voice of a Highlander accosted him with, " A braw 
night, Maister Osbaldistone; we have met at the mirk 
hour before now." 

There was no mistaking the tone of MacGregor; he 
had escaped the pursuit of his enemies, and was in full 
retreat to his own wilds and to his adherents. He had 
also contrived to arm himself, probably at the house of 
some secret adherent, for he had a musket on his shoul- 
der and the usual Highland weapons by his side. 

Frank answered his greeting by congratulating him 
on his escape from a situation where escape seemed im- 
possible. 

" Ay," he replied, " there is as much between the 
craig and the woodie * as there is between the cup and 

♦ I. e.. The throat and the withy. Twigs of willow, such as bind 
fagots, were often used for halters in Scotland and Ireland, being 
a sage economy of hemp. 
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ROB ROY. 2^7 

the lip. But my peril was less than you may think, 
being a stranger to this country. Of those that were 
summoned to take me, and to keep me, and to retake me 
again, there was a moiety, as cousin Nicol Jarvie calls it, 
that had nae will that I suld be either taen, or keepit fast, 
or retaen; and of tother moiety, there was ae half was 
feared to stir me; and so I had only like the fourth part 
of fifty or sixty men to deal withal.^' 

" And enough, too, I should think," replied Frank. 

" I dinna ken that," said he; " but I ken that, turn 
every ill-wilier that I had amang them out upon the 
green before the Clachan of Aberfoil, I wad find them 
play with broadsword and target, one down and another 
come on." 

He now inquired into Frank's adventures since he 
entered his country, and laughed heartily at the account 
of the battle in the inn, and at the exploits of the Bailie 
with the red-hot poker. 

" Let Glasgow flourish! " he exclaimed." The curse 
of Cromwell on me, if I wad hae wished better sport 
than to see cousin Xicol Jarvie singe Iverach's plaid, like 
a sheep's head between a pair of tongs. But my cousin 
Jarvie," he added more gravely, " has some gentleman's 
bluid in his veins, although he has been unhappily 
bred up to a peaceful and mechanical craft which 
could not but blunt any pretty man's spirit. Ye may 
estimate the reason why I could not receive you at the 
Clachan of Aberfoil, as I purposed. They had made a 
fine hosenet for me when I was absent twa or three days 
at Glasgow upon the king's business. But I think I 
broke up the league about their lugs; they'll no be able 
to hound one clan against another as they hae dune, I 



248 r-OB ROY. 

hope soon to see the day when a' Hielandmen will stand 
shouther to shouther. But what chanced next ? '' 

Frank gave him an account of the arrival of Cap- 
tain Thornton and his party, and the arrest of the Bailie 
and himself under pretext of their being suspicious per- 
sons; and upon his more special inquiry, Frank recol- 
lected the officer had mentioned that, besides his name 
sounding suspicious in his ears, he had orders to secure 
an old and young person. This again moved the out- 
law's risibility. 

" As man lives by bread," he said, " the buzzards 
have mistaen my friend the Bailie for his Excellency, 
and you for Diana Yernon. Oh, the most egregious 
night-howlets! " 

"Miss Vernon?" said Frank with hesitation, and 
trembling for the answer. " Does she still bear that 
name? She passed but now, along with a gentleman 
who seemed to use a style of authority." 

" Ay, ay," answered Rob, " she's under lawfu' au- 
thority now; and full time, for she was a daft hempie. 
But she's a mettle quean. It's a pity his Excellency is 
a thought eldern. The like o' yoursell, or my son Ha- 
mi&h, wad be mair sortable in point of years." 

Here, then, was a complete downfall of those cas- 
tles of cards which Frank's fancy had, in spite of his 
reason, so often amused herself with building. Al- 
though in truth he had scarcely anything else to ex- 
pect, since he could not suppose that Diana could be 
traveling in such a country, at such an hour, with any 
but one who had a legal title to protect her, Frank 
did not feel the blow less severely when it came; and 
MacGregor's voice urging him to pursue his story 



ROB ROY. 249 

sounded in his ears without conveying any exact import 
to his mind. 

" You are ill," he said at length, after he had spoken 
twice without receiving any answer; "' this day's wark 
has been ower muckle for ane doubtless unused to sic 
things." 

The tone of kindness in which this was spoken re- 
calling Frank to himself and to the necessities of his 
situation, he continued his narrative as well as he could. 
Rob Roy expressed great exultation at the successful 
skirmish in the pass. 

" They say," he observed, " that king's chaff is better 
than other folks' corn; but I think that canna be said o' 
king's soldiers if they let themselves be beaten wi' a 
wheen auld carles that are past fighting, and bairns that 
are no come till't, and wives wi' their rocks and distaffs, 
the very wally-draigles o' the country-side. And Dou- 
gal Gregor, too — wha wad hae thought there had been 
as muckle sense in his tatty-pow that ne'er had a better 
covering than his ain shaggy hassock of hair! But say 
away, though I dread what's to come neist; for my 
Helen's an incarnate devil when her bluid's up. Puir 
thing, she has ower muckle reason." 

The account of the reception which Mr. Jarvie and 
Frank had received at the hands of Helen MacGregor 
gave Rob Roy great pain. 

" I wad rather than a thousand merks," he said, 
" that I had been at hame. To misguide strangers, and 
forbye a', my ain natural cousin, that had showed me sic 
kindness — I wad rather they had burned half the Len- 
nox in their folly. But this comes o' trusting women 
and their bairns, that have neither measure nor reason 



250 ROB ROY. 

in their dealings. However, it's owing to that dog of 
a ganger, wha betrayed me by pretending a message from 
your cousin Rashleigh, to meet him on the king's affairs, 
whilk I thought was very like to be anent Garschatta- 
chin and a party of the Lennox declaring themselves for 
King James. Faith! but I ken'd I was clean beguiled 
when I heard the Duke was there; and when they 
strapped the horse-girth ower my arms, I might hae 
judged what was biding me ; for I ken'd your kinsman, 
being, wi' pardon, a slippery loon himsell, is prone to 
employ those of his ain kidney. I wish he mayna hae 
been at the bottom o' the ploy himsell. I thought the 
chield Morris looked devilish queer when I determined 
he should remain a wad, or hostage, for my safe back- 
coming. But I am come back, nae thanks to him or 
them that employed him; and the question is, how the 
collector loon is to win back himsell. I promise him it 
wdll not be without a ransom." 

'^ Morris," said Frank, " has already paid the last 
ransom which mortal man can owe." 

"Eh! What?" exclaimed his companion hastily; 
" what d'ye say ? I trust it was in the skirmish he was 
killed?" 

" He was slain in cold blood after the fight was over, 
Mr. Campbell." 

" Cold blood? Damnation! " he said, muttering be- 
twixt his teeth. How fell that, sir? Speak out, sir, 
and do not Maister or Campbell me; my foot is on my 
native heath, and my name is MacGregor! " 

His passions were obviously irritated; but without 
noticing the rudeness of his tone Frank gave him a short 
and distinct account of the death of Morris. He struck 



ROB ROY. 251 

the butt of his gun with great vehemence against the 
ground, and broke out: "I vow to God, such a deed 
might make one forswear kin, clan, country, wife, and 
bairns! And yet the villain wrought long for it. And 
what is the difference between warsling below the water 
wi' a stane about your neck, and wavering in the wind 
wi' a tether round it? It's but choking after a', and he 
drees the doom he ettled for me. I could have wished, 
though, they had rather putten a ball through him, or 
a dirk; for the fashion of removing him will give rise 
to mony idle clavers. But every wight has his w^ird, 
and we maun a' dee when our day comes. And naebody 
will deny that Helen MacGregor has deep wrongs to 
avenge." 

So saying, he seemed to dismiss the theme altogether 
from his mind and proceeded to inquire how Frank got 
free from the party in whose hands he had seen him. 

Frank's story was soon told, and he added the episode 
of his having recovered the papers of his father, though 
he dared not trust his voice to name the name of Diana. 

" I was sure ye wad get them," said MacGregor; 
" the letter ye brought me contained his Excellency's 
pleasure to that effect; and nae doubt it was my will to 
have aided in it. And I asked ye up into this glen on 
the very errand. But it's like his Excellency has fore- 
gathered wi' Rashleigh sooner than I expected." 

^^ Was the letter I brought you, then, from this per- 
son you call his Excellency?" asked Frank. "Who 
is he? and what is his rank and proper name? " 

" I'm thinking," said MacGregor, " that since ye 
dinna ken them already they canna be o' muckle conse- 
quence to you, and sae I shall say naething on that score. 



252 ROB ROY. 

But weel I wot the letter was frae his ain hand, or, 
having a sort of business of my ain on my hands, being, 
as ye weel may see, just as much as I can fairly manage, 
I canna say I would hae fashed mysell sae muckle about 
the matter/' 

*^ I conclude, then," Frank said to MacGregor, after 
about five minutes' silence on both sides, " that his Ex- 
cellency, since you give me no other name for him, was 
residing in Osbaldistone Hall at the same time with my- 
self?" 

" To be sure — to be sure — and in the young lady's 
apartment, as best reason was." This gratuitous in- 
formation was adding, gall to bitterness. " But few," 
added MacGregor, " ken'd he was derned there, save 
Rashleigh and Sir Hildebrand; for we were out o' the 
question; and the young lads haena wit enough to ca' 
the cat frae the cream. But it's a bra' auld-fashioned 
house; and what I specially admire is the abundance o' 
holes and bores and concealments; ye could put twenty 
or thirty men in ae corner, and a family might live a 
week without finding them out — whilk, nae doubt, may 
on occasion be a special convenience. I wish we had 
the like o' Osbaldistone Hall on the braes o' Craig-Roys- 
ton. But we maun gar woods and caves serve the like 
o' us puir Hieland bodies." 

" I suppose his Excellency," said Frank, " was privy 
to the first accident which befell " 

He could not help hesitating a moment. 

" Ye were going to say Morris," said Eob Roy coolly, 
for he was too much accustomed to deeds of violence 
for the agitation he had at first expressed to be of long 
continuance. " I used to laugh heartily at that reik; 



ROB ROY. 253 

but I'll hardly hae the heart to do't again, since the ill- 
far'd accident at the Loch. Xa, na, his Excellency 
ken'd naught o' that ploy; it was a' managed atween 
Rashleigh and mysell. But the sport that came after — 
and Rashleigh's shift o' turning the suspicion aff himsell 
upon you, that he had nae grit favor to frae the begin- 
ning — and then Miss Die, she maun hae us sweep up a' 
our spiders' webs again, and set you out o' the justice's 
claws — and then the frightened craven Morris, that was 
scared out o' his seven senses by seeing the real man 
when he was charging the innocent stranger — and the 
gowk of a clerk — and the drunken carle of a justice. 
Ohon! ohon! mony a laugh that job's given me; and 
now a' that I can do for the puir devil is to get some 
messes said for his soul." 

" May I ask," said Frank, " how Miss Vernon came 
to have so much influence over Rashleigh and his ac- 
complices as to derange your projected plan? '^ 

" Mine! It was none of mine. Xo man can say I 
ever laid my burden on other folk's shoulders. It was a' 
Rashleigh's doings. But, undoubtedly, she had great in- 
fluence wi' us baith on account of his Excellency's affec- 
tion, as weel as that she ken'd far ower mony secrets to 
be lightlied in a matter o' that kind. Deil tak him," he 
ejaculated, by way of summing up, " that gies woman 
either secret to keep or power to abuse. Fules shouldna 
hae chapping-sticks." 



CHAPTER XXVII. 

They were now within a quarter of a mile of the 
village, when three Highlanders, springing upon them, 
presented arms, and commanded them to stand and tell 
their business. The single word Gregaragh, uttered in 
the deep, commanding voice of Eob Roy, was answered 
by a shout of joyful recognition. Two of the Highland- 
ers ran forward to give to the village, now occupied by 
a strong party of the MacGregors, the joyful news of Rob 
Roy's escape and return, while the third remained to es- 
cort them in triumph to the town. On arrival at the 
door of the inn, Rob Roy was obliged to relate the story 
of his escape at least a dozen times over to the village 
throng before he could enter the house where he might 
obtain rest and refreshment. The exultant reception 
given to Rob Roy extended itself to Frank as his friend, 
Avho found the overwhelming and unrestrained affection 
of the Highlanders almost as inconvenient as their rude- 
ness had been on the previous day. 

When they at last made their way into the interior 
cf the hut, they found Bailie Nicol Jarvie seated by the 
fireside. To the welcomes and apologies of MacGregor 
the Bailie replied with a sort of reserved dignity: 

" I am pretty weel, kinsman, indifferent weel, I thank 
ye; and for accommodations, ane canna expect to carry 
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ROB ROY. 255 

about the Saiit ]\Iarket at his tail, as a snail does his 
caup; and I am blythe that ye hae gotten out o' the 
hands o' your unfreends." 

" Weel, weel, then," answered Roy, " what is't ails ye, 
man? a's weel that ends weel! the warld will last our 
day. Come, take a cup o' branny; your father the dea- 
con could take ane at an orra time." 

" It might be he might do sae, Robin, after fatigue 
— whilk has been my lot mair ways than ane this day. 
But," he continued, slowly filling up a little wooden 
stoup which might hold about three glasses, " he was a 
moderate man of his bicker, as I am mysell. Here's 
wussing health to ye, Robin" (a sip), "and your weel- 
fare here and hereafter " (another taste), " and also to 
my cousin Helen, and to your twa hopefu' lads, of whom 
mair anon." 

So saying, the Bailie drank up the contents of the 
cup with great gravity and deliberation. As he set down 
his cup he recognized Frank, and giving him a cordial 
welcome he waived further communication with him for 
the present. " I w411 speak to your matters anon; I 
maun begin, as in reason, wi' those of my kinsman. — 
I presume, Robin, there's naebody here will carry aught 
o' what I am gaun to say to the town-council or else- 
where to my prejudice or to yours?" 

" Make yourself easy on that head, cousin Nicol," 
answered MacGregor; " th« tae half o' the gillies winna 
ken what ye say, and the other winna care; besides that, 
I wad stow the tongue out o' the head o' aiiy o' them 
that suld presume to say ower again ony speech held wi' 
me in their presence." 

" Aweel, cousin, sic being the case, and Mr. Osbaldi- 



256 I^OB ^OY. 

stone here being a prudent youth, and a safe friend, I'se 
plainly tell ye, ye are breeding up your family to gang 
an ill gate." Then clearing his voice with a preliminary 
hem, he addressed his kinsman, checking, as Malvolio 
proposed to do when seated in his state, his familiar 
smile with an austere regard of control. " Ye ken your- 
sell ye hand Hght by the law; and for my cousin Helen, 
forbye that her reception o' me this blessed day — whilk I 
excuse on account of perturbation of mind, was muckle 
on the north side o' friendhj, I say, outputting this per- 
sonal reason of complaint, I hae that to say o' your 
wife " 

" Say noihing of her, kinsman," said Kob, in a grave 
and stern tone, " but Avhat is befitting a friend to say 
and her husband to hear. Of me you are welcome to say 
your full pleasure." 

" Aweel, aweel," said the Bailie, somewhat discon- 
certed, "we'se let that be a pass-over; I dinna approve 
of making mischief in families. But here are your 
twa sons, Hamish and Eobin, whilk signifies, as I'm gien 
to understand, James and Eobert — I trust ye will call 
them sae in future; there comes nae gude o' Hamishes, 
and Eachines, and Angusses, except that they're the 
names ane aye chances to see in the indictments at the 
Western Circuits of cow-lifting, at the instance of his 
Majesty's advocate for his Majesty's interest. Aweel, 
but the twa lads, as I was saying, they haena sae muckle 
as the ordinar grunds, man, of liberal education; they 
dinna ken the very multiplication table itself, whilk is 
the root of a' useful knowledge, and they did naething 
but laugh and fleer at me when I tauld them my mind 
on their ignorance. If s my belief they can neither read, 



ROB ROY. 257 

write, nor cipher, if sic a tiling could be believed o' ane's 
ain connections in a Christian land." 

" If they could, kinsman," said MacGregor with 
great indifference, " their learning must have come o' 
free will, for whar the deil was I to get them a teacher? 
Wad ye hae had me put on the gate o' your Divinity 
Hall at Glasgow College, ' Wanted, a tutor for Rob Roy's 
bairns'?" 

" Na, kinsman," replied Mr. Jarvie, " but ye might 
hae sent the lads whar they could hae learned the fear o' 
God and the usages of civilized creatures. They are 
as ignorant as the kyloes ye used to drive to market, 
or the very English churls that ye sauld them to, and can 
do naething whatever to purpose." 

" Umph! " answered Rob; " Hamish can bring 
down a blackcock when he's on the wing wi' a single 
bullet, and Rob can drive a dirk through a twa-inch 
board." 

" Sae muckle the waur for them, cousin! sae muckle 
the waur for them baith! " answered the Glasgow mer- 
chant in a tone of great decision; " an they ken naething 
better than that, they had better no ken that neither. 
Tell me yoursell, Rob, what has a' this cutting, and stab- 
bing, and shooting, and driving of dirks, whether 
through human flesh or fir deals, dune for yoursell? 
and werena ye a happier man at the tail o' your nowte- 
bestial, when ye were in an honest calling, than ever ye 
hae been since, at the head o' your Hieland kerns and 
gally-glasses ? And sae," added the Bailie, " I hae been 
thinking, Rob, that as it may be ye are ower deep in the 
black book to win a pardon, and ower auld to mend your- 
sell, that it wad be a pity to bring up twa liopefu' lads 



258 ROB ROY. 

to sic a godless trade as your ain, and I wad blythely tak 
them for 'prentices at the loom, as I began mysell, and 
my father the deacon afore me, though, praise to the 
Giver, I only trade now as wholesale dealer. And — 
and " 

He saw a storm gathering on Rob's brow, which prob- 
ably induced him to throw in, as a sweetener of an ob- 
noxious proposition, what he had reserved to crown his 
own generosity, had it been embraced as an acceptable 
one — " And Robin, lad, ye needna look sae glum, for I'll 
pay the 'prentice-fee, and never plague ye for the thou- 
sand merks neither." 

" Ceade millia diaoul, hundred thousand devils! " ex- 
claimed Rob, rising and striding through the hut. " My 
sons weavers? Millia molligheart! but I wad see every 
loom in Glasgow, beams, traddles, and shuttles, burnt in 
hell-fire sooner! " 

In a minute he recovered, or reassumed his serenity 
of temper. 

" But ye mean Aveel — ye mean weel," said he; " so 
gie me your hand, Mcol, and if ever I put my sons ap- 
prentice I will gie you the refusal o' them. And, as you 
say, there's the thousand merks to be settled between us. 
— Here, Eachin MacAnaleister, bring me my sporran." 

The person he addressed, a tall, strong mountaineer, 
who seemed to act as MacGregor's lieutenant, brought 
from some place of safety a large leathern pouch, such 
as Highlanders of rank wear before them when in full 
dress, made of the skin of the sea-otter, richly garnished 
with silver ornaments and studs. 

" I advise no man to attempt opening this sporran 
till he has my secret," said Rob Roy; and then twisting 



ROB ROY. 259 

one button in one direction and another in another, 
pulling one stud upward and pressing another down- 
ward, the mouth of the purse, which was bound with 
massive silver plate, opened and gave admittance to his 
hand. He made Frank remark, as if to break short the 
subject on which Bailie Jarvie had spoken, that a small 
steel pistol was concealed within the purse, the trigger of 
which was connected with the mounting and made part 
of the machinery, so that the weapon would certainly be 
discharged, and in all probability its contents lodged 
in the person of any one who, being unacquainted with 
the secret, should tamper with the lock which secured 
his treasure. " This," said he, touching the pistol, ^' this 
is the keeper of my privy purse." 

The Bailie put on his spectacles to examine the 
mechanism, and when he had done returned it with a 
smile and a sigh, observing: " Ah, Rob, had ither folk's 
purses been as weel guarded, I doubt if your sporran wad 
hae been as weel filled as it kythes to be by the weight." 

" Never mind, kinsman," said Rob, laughing; " it 
will aye open for a friend's necessity, or to pay a just 
due; and here," he added, pulling out a rouleau of gold, 
"here is your ten hundred merks: count them, and see 
that you are full and justly paid." 

Mr. Jarvie took the money in silence, and weighing 
it in his hand for an instant, laid it on the table and 
replied: "Rob, I canna tak it — I downa intromit with 
it — there can nae gude come o't. I hae seen ower weel 
the day what sort of a gate your gowd is made in. Ill 
got gear ne'er prospered; and, to be plain wi' you, I 
winna meddle wi't — it looks as there might be bluid 
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260 ROB ROY. 

" Troutsho! " said the outlaw, affecting an indiffer- 
ence which perhaps he did not altogetlier feel; " it's 
glide French gowd, and ne'er was in Scotchman's pouch 
before mine. Look at them, man! they are a' louis- 
d'ors, bright and bonnie as the day they were coined." 

" The waur, the waur — ^just sae muckle the waur, 
Robin," replied the Bailie, averting his eyes from the 
money, though, like Caesar on the Lupercal, his fingers 
seemed to itch for it. " Rebellion is waur than witch- 
craft, or robbery either; there's gospel warrant for't." 

" Never mind the warrant, kinsman," said the free- 
booter; " you come by the gowd honestly, and in pay- 
ment of a just debt. It came from the one king, you 
may gie it to the other, if ye like; and it will just serve 
for a weakening of the enemy, and in the point where 
puir King James is weakest too, for, God knows, he has 
hands and hearts eneugh, but I doubt he wants the 
siller." 

" He'll no get mony Hielanders then, Robin," said 
Mr. Jarvie, as, again replacing his spectacles on his nose, 
he undid the rouleau and began to count its contents. 

" Nor Lowlanders either," said MacGregor, arching 
his eyebrow, and, as he looked at Frank, directing a 
glance toward ^Ir. Jarvie, who, all unconscious of the 
ridicule, weighed each piece with habitual scrupulosity; 
and having told twice over the sum, which amounted to 
th« discharge of his debt, principal and interest, he re- 
turned three pieces to buy his kinswoman a gown, as he 
expressed himself, and a brace more for the twa bairns, 
as he called them, requesting they might buy anything 
they liked with them except gunpowder. The High- 
lander stared at his kinsman's unexpected generosity, 



ROB ROY. 261 

but courteously accepted liis gift, which lie deposited for 
the time in his well-secured pouch. 

The Bailie next produced the original bond for the 
debt, on the back of which he had written a formal dis- 
charge, which, having subscribed himself, he requested 
Frank to sign as a witness. He did so, and Bailie Jar- 
vie was looking anxiously around for another, the Scot- 
tish law requiring the subscription of two witnesses to 
validate either a bond or acquittance. " You will hard- 
ly find a man that can write save ourselves within these 
three miles,'' said Kob, " but I'll settle the matter as 
easily "; and, taking the paper from before his kinsman, 
he threw it in the fire. Bailie Jarvie stared in his turn, 
but his kinsman continued: "That's a Ilieland settle- 
ment of accounts. The time might come, cousin, were I 
to keep a' these charges and discharges, that friends 
might be brought into trouble for having dealt with me." 

The Bailie attempted no reply to this argument, 
and the supper now appeared in a style of abundance, 
and even delicacy, which, for the place, might be consid- 
ered as extraordinary. The greater part of the provi- 
sions were cold, intimating they had been prepared at 
some distance; and there were some bottles of good 
French wine to relish pasties of various sorts of game, 
as well as other dishes. MacGregor, while doing the 
honors of the table with great and anxious hospitality, 
prayed his guests to excuse the circumstance that some 
particular dish or pasty had been infringed on before it 
was presented to them. " You must know," said he to 
Mr. Jarvie, but without looking toward Frank, " you 
are not the only guests this night in the MacGregor 
country, whilk, doubtless, ye will believe, since my wife 
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262 ROB ROY. 

and the twa lads would otherwise have been maist ready 
to attend yoii^ as weel beseems them." 

When the meal was finished the Bailie betook him- 
self to rest on a fresh bed of heather in one corner of the 
hut, while Frank and Eob Roy determined to keep each 
other company a while longer, as neither felt inclined to 
sleep. 



CHAPTER XXYIII. 

A hopeless durkness settles o'er my fate ; 
I've seen tiie last look of her heavenly eyes, 
I've heard t!ie last sound of her blessed voice, 
I've seen her fair form from my sight depart ; 
My doom is closed. 
* Count Basil. 

" I KEX not what to make of you, Mr. Osbaldistone," 
said MacGregor, as he pushed the flask toward Frank. 
" You eat not, you show no wish for rest; and yet you 
drink not, though that flask of Bordeaux might have 
come out of Sir Hildebrand's ain cellar. Had you been 
always as abstinent, you would have escaped the deadly 
hatred of your cousin Eashleigh." 

" Had I been always prudent," said Frank, blushing 
at the scene he recalled to his recollection, " I should 
have escaped a worse evil — the reproach of my own con- 
science." Neither spoke for a few moments. 

MacGregor first broke silence, in the tone of one 
who takes up his determination to enter on a painful 
subject. " My cousin Xicol Jarvie means well," he said, 
" but he presses ower hard on the temper and situation 
of a man like me, considering what I have been — what 
I have been forced to become — and, above all, that 
which has forced me to become what I am." 

" I should be happy to learn," Frank said, " that 

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264 TwOB ROY. 

there is an honorable chance of your escaping from 
it/' 

" You speak like a boy/' returned MacGregor, in a 
low tone that growled like distant thunder — " like a boy 
who thinks the auld gnarled oak can be twisted as easily 
as the young sapling. Can I forget that I have been 
branded as an outlaw — stigmatized as a traitor — a price 
set on my head as if I had been a wolf — my family treat- 
ed as the dam and cubs of the hill-fox, whom all may 
torment, vilify, degrade, and insult — the very name 
which came to me from a long and noble line of martial 
ancestors, denounced, as if it were a spell to conjure up 
the devil with?" 

As he went on in this manner, he was plainly lashing 
himself up into a rage by the enumeration of his wrongs, 
in order to justify in his own eyes the errors they had 
led him into. In this he perfectly succeeded; his light 
gray eyes contracting alternately and dilating their pu- 
pils, until they seemed actually to flash with flame, while 
he thrust forward and drew back his foot, grasped the 
hilt of his dirk, extended his arm, clinched his fist, and 
finally rose from his seat. 

" And they sliall find,'' he said, in the same mut- 
tered but deep tone of stifled passion, " that the name 
they have dared to proscribe — that the name of Mac- 
Gregor — is a spell to raise the wild devil withal. They 
shall hear of my vengeance that would scorn to listen 
to the story of my wrongs. The miserable Highland 
drover — bankrupt, barefooted, stripped of all, dishon- 
ored and hunted down, because the avarice of others 
grasped at more than that poor all could pay — shall 
burst on them in an awful change. They that scoffed at 



ROB ROY. 265 

the groveling worm, and trod upon him, may cry and 
howl when they see the stoop of the flying and fiery- 
mouthed dragon. But why do I speak of all this ? " he 
said, sitting down again, and in a calmer tone — ^^ only 
ye may opine it frets my patience, Mr. Osbaldistone, to 
be hunted like an otter, or a sealgh, or a salmon upon 
the shallows, and that by my very friends and neighbors; 
and to have as many sword-cuts made, and pistols flashed 
at me, as I had this day in the ford of Avondow, would 
try a saint's temper, much more a Highlander's, who are 
not famous for that gude gift, as ye may hae heard, Mr. 
Osbaldistone. But ae thing bides wi' me o' what Nicol 
said: I'm vexed for the bairns — I'm vexed when I think 
o' Hamish and Robert living their father's life." And 
yielding to despondence on account of his sons, which 
he felt not upon his own, the father rested his head 
upon his hand. 

The desire of aiding him rushed strongly on Frank's 
mind, notwithstanding the apparent difficulty and even 
impossibility of the task. 

" AVe have extensive connections abroad," said he; 
" might not your sons, with some assistance — and they 
are well entitled to what my father's house can give — 
find an honorable resource in foreign service? " 

MacGregor, taking him by the hand as Frank was 
going to speak further, said: ^^ I thank — I thank ye! 
but let us say nae mair o' this. I did not think the eye 
of man would again have seen a tear on MacGregor's 
ej'clash." He dashed the moisture from his long gray 
eyelash and shaggy red brow with the back of his hand. 
" To-morrow morning," he said, *' we'll talk of this, and 
we will talk, too, of your affairs; for we are early start- 



266 I^C)B ROY. 

ers in the dawn, even when we have the luck to have 
good beds to sleep in. AYill ye not pledge me in a grace 
cup ? " Frank declined the invitation. 

" Then, by the soul of St. Maronoch, I must pledge 
myself! " and he poured out and swallowed at least half 
a quart of wine. 

Frank now laid himself down to repose, and, over- 
powered by fatigue, soon sank into a deep slumber, from 
which he did not awaken until the next morning. His 
first act on arising was to arouse the Bailie, and tell him 
of the safe recovery of the papers carried off by Eash- 
leigh. As soon as Mr. Jarvie comprehended this fact 
be began a careful comparison of the packet which 
Frank put into his hands with the memorandum of Mr. 
Owen. He was finishing this examination when Eob 
Eoy entered the hut. 

" I am sorry, cousin," said MacGregor, " I have not 
been altogether in the circumstances to make your re- 
ception sic as I could have desired; natheless, if you 
would condescend to visit my puir dwelling " 

" Muckle obliged, muckle obliged," answered Mr. 
Jarvie very hastily, "but we maun be ganging — we 
maun be jogging, Mr. Osbaldistone and me; business 
canna wait." 

" Aweel, kinsman," replied the Highlander, " ye ken 
our fashion — foster the guest that comes — further him 
that maun gang. But ye can not return by Drymen. 
I must set you on Loch Lomond, and boat ye down to 
the Ferry o' Balloch, and send your nags round to meet 
ye there. It's a maxim of a wise man never to return 
by the same road he came, providing another's free to 
him." 



ROB ROY. 267 

"Ay, ay, Rob," said the Bailie, "that's ane o' the 
maxims ye learned when ye were a drover; ye caredna 
to face the tenants where your beasts had been taking a 
rug of their moorland grass in the by-ganging, and I 
doubt your road's waur marked now than it was then." 

" The mair need not to travel it ower often, kins- 
man," replied Rob; " but I'se send round your nags to 
the ferry wi' Dougal Gregor, wha is converted for that 
purpose into the Bailie's man, coming, not, as ye may 
believe, from Aberfoil or Rob Roy's country, but on a 
quiet jaunt from Stirling. See, here he is." 

" I wadna hae ken'd the creature," said I^Ir. Jar vie; 
nor indeed was it easy to recognize the wild Highlander 
when he appeared before the door of the cottage, attired 
in a hat, periwig, and riding coat which had once called 
Andrew Fairservice master, and mounted on the Bailie's 
horse, and leading Frank's. He received his last orders 
from his master to avoid certain places where he might 
be exposed to suspicion — to collect what intelligence he 
could in the course of his journey, and to await the com- 
ing of Mr. Jarvie and Frank at an appointed place near 
the Ferry of Balloch. 

At the same time MacGregor invited them to accom- 
pany him upon their own road, assuring them that they 
must necessarily march a few miles before breakfast, 
and recommending a dram of brandy as a proper intro- 
duction to the journey, in which he was pledged by the 
Bailie, who pronounced it " an unlawful and perilous 
habit to begin the day wi' spirituous liquors, except to 
defend the stomach (whilk was a tender part) against 
the morning mist; in whilk case his father the deacon 
had recommended a dram, by precept and example." 



268 RO-B ROY. 

"Very true, kinsman/' replied Rob, "for which 
reason we, who are Children of the Mist, have a right to 
drink brandy from morning till night." 

The Bailie, thus refreshed, was mounted on a small 
Highland pony; and they resumed under very different 
guidance and auspices their journey of the preceding 
day. 

The escort consisted of MacGregor and five or six 
of the handsomest, best armed and most athletic moun- 
taineers of his band, and whom he had generally in im- 
mediate attendance upon his own person. 

A portion of their way lay over the route they had 
traced the day before. They skirted the margin of the 
lake * for some distance, and then wound upward from 
the shores for about two hundred yards, pausing on the 
summit of a steep hill where Rob Roy's wife and fol- 
lowers had prepared breakfast for them in a spot of rare 
beauty. Helen MacGregor came forward to meet them. 
After folding the Bailie in an embrace of welcome which 
seemed to discomfort that gentleman, she turned to 
Frank: 

" You, too, are welcome, stranger," she said, releas- 
ing the alarmed Bailie, who instinctively drew back and 
settled his wig. " You came," she added, " to our un- 
happy country when our bloods were chafed and our 
hands were red. Excuse the rudeness that gave you a 
rough welcome, and lay it upon the evil times, and not 
upon us." All this was said with the manners of a prin- 
cess, and in the tone and style of a court. 

She then courteously invited them to a refreshment 

* Loch Ard. 



ROB ROY. 269 

spread out on the grass, which abounded with all the 
good things tlieir mountains could oil'er, but was cloud- 
ed by the dark and undisturbed gravity which sat on 
the brow of the hostess. It was in vain that the leader 
exerted himself to excite mirth; a chill hung over the 
minds of the guests as if the feast had been funereal; 
and every bosom felt light when it was ended. 

" xVdieu, cousin," she said to Mr. Jarvie as the com- 
pany arose from the entertainment; " the best wish 
Helen MacGregor can give to a friend is, that he may see 
her no more." 

The Bailie struggled to answer, probably with some 
commonplace maxim of morality; but the calm and mel- 
ancholy sternness of her countenance bore down and dis- 
concerted the mechanical and formal importance of the 
magistrate. He coughed — hemmed — bowed — and was 
silent. 

" For you, stranger," she said, " I have a token, from 
one whom you can never " 

'^ Helen," interrupted MacGregor, in a loud and 
stern voice, " what means this? — have you forgotten the 
charge? " 

" MacGregor," she replied, " I have forgotten naught 
that is fitting for me to remember. It is not such hands 
as these," and she stretched forth her long, sinewy, and 
bare arm, " that are fitting to convey love-tokens, were 
the gift connected with aught but misery. — Young 
man," she said, presenting Frank with a ring which he 
well remembered as one of the few ornaments that Miss 
Vernon sometimes wore, " this comes from one whom 
you will never see more. If it is a joyless token, it is well 
fitted to pass through the hands of one to whom joy can 



270 ROB ROY. 

never be known. Her last words were, ' Let him forget 
me forever.' " 

" And can she/' said Frank, almost without being 
conscious that he spoke, "suppose that is possible?" 

" All may be forgotten," said the extraordinary fe- 
male who addressed him, " all — but the sense of dis- 
honor and the desire for vengeance." 

" Seid suas! " * cried the MacGregor, stamping with 
impatience. The bagpipes sounded, and with their 
thrilling and jarring tones cut short the conference. 
They took leave of their hostess by silent gestures. 

* " Strike up ! " 




Rob Roy here took leave of them with great kindlinc? 



CHAPTER XXIX. 

Farewell to the land where the clouds love to rest, 

Like the shroud of the dead, on the mountain's cold breast ; 

To the cataract's roar where the eagles reply, 

And the lake her lone bosom expands to the sky. 

They now pursued their way to Loch Lomond, 
where a boat waited for them in a creek beneath a huge 
rock. Rob Roy here took leave of them with great 
kindliness and even affection, and for some time stood 
watching their progress over the lake. 

On the otber side the Bailie and Frank found Dougal 
waiting with the horses. They mounted, and leaving 
Dougal and the rowers happy in the possession of the 
gold pieces with which they rewarded them, they pro- 
ceeded on their way to Glasgow. By dint of hard travel- 
ing they reached that town early the next morning. 

Having seen Mr. Jarvie to his home and under the 
care of the trustworthy Mattie, Frank proceeded onward 
to his inn, where he was admitted by Andrew Fairservice. 
xA^ndrew for a time had been a sort of prisoner with the 
troops of the Duke, but, after examination, had been dis- 
missed and furnished with the means to return to 
Glasgow. He set up a loud shout of joy upon recogniz- 
ing his young master, and, without uttering a syllable, 

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272 ROB ROY. 

ran upstairs toward a parlor on the second floor. 
Justly conceiving that he went to announce his return 
to the anxious Owen, Frank followed him upon the foot. 
Owen was not alone; there was another in the apart- 
ment — it was his father. 

The first impulse was to preserve the dignity of his 
usual equanimity — " Francis, I am glad to see you.'' 
The next was to embrace his son tenderl}' — " My dear 
— dear son ! '' Owen secured one of his hands and 
Avetted it with his tears, while he joined in gratulating 
his return. 

Leaving Mr. Osbaldistone and his son to enjoy the 
first moments of their reunion, "we shall briefly outline 
the former's opportune appearance in Glasgow. Mr. 
Osbaldistone had returned to London from Holland 
shortly after Owen had set forth for Scotland. By his 
extensive resources, with funds enlarged and credit forti- 
fied, by eminent success in his continental speculation, 
he discharged all obligations incumbent on his house, 
and set forth without delay for Scotland, to extract jus- 
tice from Eashleigh Osbaldistone, and put to order his 
affairs in that country. He had immediately closed ac- 
counts with MacVittie and Company, and, in spite of 
profuse apologies on their part, refused to carry on 
further business with them. But his triumphs were out- 
weighed by his anxiety on Frank's account, for he well 
knew the danger of a trip into the Highlands. An- 
drew's arrival at this point added to rather than de- 
tracted from his fears, for Andrew spared no details 
that would give a sensational tinge to the telling of his 
story of their journey. Mr. Osbaldistone was himself 
preparing to set out in search of Mr. Jarvie and Frank, 



ROB ROY. 273 

wlien the latter's arrival relieved him from all necessity 
for so doing. 

It was late ere father, son, and the faithful Owen 
separated to rest; and too impatient to endure repose 
long, it was early the next morning when Frank arose. 
Immediately after breakfast he and his father visited Mr. 
Jarvie. Mr. Osbaldistone, after thanking the Baihe for 
his kindness, offered him that business which had hith- 
erto been managed by MacVittie and Company. The 
Bailie frankly accepted it with thanks. " Had Mac- 
Vittie's folk behaved like honest men," he said, " he wad 
hae liked ill to hae come in ahint them, and out afore 
them this gate. But it's otherwise, and they maun e'en 
stand the loss." 

The Bailie then pulled Frank by the sleeve into a 
corner, and, after again cordially wishing him joy, pro- 
ceeded, in rather an embarrassed tone: "I wad heartily 
wish, Maister Francis, there suld be as little said as pos- 
sible about the queer things we saw up yonder awa. 
There's nae gude, unless ane were judicially examinate, 
to say onything about that awfu' job o' Morris; and the 
members o' the council wadna think it creditable in ane 
of their body to be fighting wi' a wheen Hielandmen, 
and singeing their plaidens. And abune a', though I am 
a decent sponsible man when I am on my right end, I 
canna but think I maun hae made a queer figure without 
my hat and my periwig, hinging by the middle like baw- 
drons, or a cloak flung ower a cloak-pin. Bailie Gra- 
hame wad hae an unco hair in my neck an he got that 
tale by the end." 

Frank promised as the Bailie wished, and he seemed 
to be much relieved when Frank told him that it was 



2Y4 ROB ROY. 

his father's intention to leave Glasgow almost imme- 
diately. 

They spent, accordingly, one hospitable day with the 
Bailie, and took leave of him, as this narrative now does. 
He continued to grow in wealth, honor, and credit, and 
actually rose to the highest civic honors in his native city. 
About two years after the period mentioned, he tired of 
his bachelor hfe, and promoted Mattie from her wheel 
by the kitchen fire to the upper end of his table, in the 
character of ^Irs. Jarvie. Bailie Grahame, the Mac- 
Vitties, and others (for all men have their enemies, espe- 
cially in the council of a royal burgh) ridiculed this 
transformation. " But," said Mr. Jarvie, *' let them say 
their say. I'll ne'er fash mysell, nor lose my liking for 
sae feckless a matter as a nine days' clash. My honest 
father the deacon had a byword: 

Brent brow and lily skin, 

A loving heart, and leal within, 

Is better than gowd or gentle kin. 

Besides," as he always concluded, " Mattie was nae or- 
dinary lassock-quean; she was akin to the Laird o' Lim- 
merfield." 



CHAPTER XXX. 

"Come ye hither my 'six' good sons, 
Giillant men I trow ye be, 
How many of you, my children dear. 
Will stand by that good Earl and me?" 

" Five " of them did answer make — 

"Five" of them spoke hastily, 
" father, till the day we die 

We'll stand by that good Earl and thee." 

The Rising in the North. 

On the morning when they were to depart from Glas- 
gow Andrew Fairservice bounced into Frank's apart- 
ment like a madman, jumping up and down, and singing 
with more vehemence than tune: 

The kiln's on fire — the kiln's on fire — 
The kiln's on fire — she's a' in a lowe. 

With some difficulty he was prevailed on to cease his 
confounded clamor and explain what the matter was. 
He was pleased to inform Frank, as if he had been 
bringing the finest news imaginable, " that the Hielands 
were clean broken out, every man o' them, and that Rob 
Roy and a' his breekless bands wad be down upon Glas- 
gow or twenty-four hours o' the clock gaed round." 

"Hold your tongue, you rascal!" said his master. 

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2Y6 ^^^ KOY. 

*' You must be drunk or mad ; and if there is any truth 
in your news, is it a singing matter, you scoundrel? " 

" Drunk or mad! nae doubt/' replied x\ndrew daunt- 
lessly; " ane's aye drunk or mad if he tells what grit 
folks dinna like to hear. Sing? Od, the clans will make 
us sing on the wrang side o' our mouth, if we are sae 
dmnk or mad as to bide their coming." 

Frank rose in great haste, and found his father and 
Owen also on foot and in considerable alarm. 

Andrew's news proved but too true in the main. 
The great rebellion which agitated Britain in the year 
1715 had already broken out by the unfortunate Earl 
of Mar's setting up the standard of the Stuart family in 
an ill-omened hour, to the ruin of many honorable fami- 
lies both in England and Scotland. The treachery of 
some of the Jacobite agents (Eashleigh among the rest), 
and the arrest of others, had made George the First's 
Government acquainted with the extensive ramifications 
of a conspiracy long prepared, and which at last ex- 
ploded prematurely, and in a part of the kingdom too 
distant to have any vital effect upon the country, which, 
however, was plunged into much confusion. 

After some consultation it was decided that Mr. Os- 
baldistone and his party (consisting of Mr. Owen, Frank, 
and Andrew Fairservice) should instantly get the neces- 
sary passports and make the best of their way to London. 

On reaching the metropolis, Frank, vrith his father's 
full approval, joined General Carpenter's army, for the 
rebelHon had by this time extended itself to England. 

Sir Hildebrand joined the standard of the Earl of 
Derwentwater, but before doing so he made his will, 
leaving Osbaldistone Hall in turn to his sons successively 



ROB ROY. 277 

until he came to Rashleigli, whom, on account of the 
turn he had taken in politics, he cut off with a shil- 
ling. In place of Kashleigh's name he substituted that 
of Francis Osbaldistone. So Frank, by the sudden and 
unexpected deaths of the five cousins mentioned in Sir 
Hildebrand's will, found himself sole owner of Osbaldi- 
stone Hall. Thorncliff was killed in a duel. Percival, 
the sot, died as the result of a wager with another gentle- 
man as to which should drink the most brandy. Dickon 
broke his neck in forcing a horse to leap a five-barred 
gate. Wilfred met the most honorable death of the lot, 
dying fighting bravely at the battle of Proud Preston in 
Lancashire. Sir Hildebrand was taken prisoner with 
his wounded son John, and lodged in Xewgate, where 
John died of his wounds. 

Frank, when released from military duty, did what 
he could to alleviate the distress of his uncle, but little 
could be done, for poor old Sir Hildebrand was completely 
broken down by the death of his sons in such speedy suc- 
cession. He died before his trial, though in all probabil- 
ity Mr. Osbaldistone's influence with the Government, 
and the general compassion excited by a parent who had 
lost so many sons within so short a time, would have pre- 
vented his ever being brought to trial for high treason. 

Frank therefore came into possession of Osbaldi- 
stone Hall, but not without a struggle, for Eashleigh 
threatened loudly to contest his father's will. Affairs 
had reached this juncture when it was decided that 
Frank should go down to Osbaldistone Hall and take 
possession of it as the heir and representative of the 
family. Accordingly, he and the faithful Andrew jour- 
neyed down to Northumberland. Their first visit was 
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278 i^OB ROY. 

to Justice Inglewood's, who received Frank cordially, 
and readily showed Sir Hildebrand's will, which seemed 
to be without a flaw. 

Frank and the justice were tete-a-tete, and several 
bumpers had been quaffed by the justice's special desire, 
when, on a sudden, he requested Frank to fill a bona 
fide brimmer " to the health of poor dear Die Vernon, 
the rose of the wilderness, the heath-bell of Cheviot, and 
the blossom that's transplanted to an infernal convent. ' 

'' Is not Miss Vernon married, then ? " Frank ex- 
claimed in great astonishment. " I thought his Ex- 
cellency " 

"Pooh! pooh! his Excellency and his Lordship's 
all a humbug now, you know — mere St. Germains titles 
— Earl of Beauchamp, and ambassador plenipotentiary 
from France, when the Duke Regent of Orleans scarce 
knew that he lived, I dare say. But you must have seen 
old Sir Frederick Vernon at the Hall, when he played 
the part of Father Vaughan?" 

" Good heavens ! then Vaughan was Miss Vernon's 
father?" 

" To be sure he was," said the justice coolly ; 
" there's no use in keeping the secret now, for he must 
be out of the country by this time — otherwise, no doubt, 
it would be my duty to aprrehend him. Come, off with 
your bumper to my dear lost Die! 

And let her health go round, around, around, 

And let her health go round ; 
For though your stocking be of silk, 
Your knees near kiss the ground, aground, aground." * 

* This pithy verse occurs, it is believed, in Shadwell's play of 
Bury Fair. 



ROB ROY. 279 

Frank was unable, as the reader may easily con- 
ceive, to join in the justice's jollity. His head swam 
with the shock he had received. '' I never heard," he 
said, " that Miss Vernon's father was living." 

" It was not our Government's fault that he is," re- 
plied Inglewood, " for the devil a man there is whose 
head would have brought more money. lie was con- 
demned to death for Fenwick's plot, and was thought 
to have had some hand in the Knightsbridge affair, in 
King AYilHam's time; and as he had married in Scot- 
land a relation of the house of Breadalbane, he possessed 
great influence with all their chiefs. There was a talk of 
his being demanded to be given up at the Peace of Rys- 
wick, but he shammed ill, and his death was given pub- 
licly out in the French papers. But when he came back 
here on the old score, we old cavaliers knew him well — 
that is to say, I knew him, not as being a cavalier myself, 
but no information being lodged against the poor gentle- 
man, and my memory being shortened by frequent at- 
tacks of the gout, I could not have sworn to him, you 
know." 

"Was he, then, not known at Osbaldistone Hall?" 
Frank inquired. 

" To none but to his daughter, the old knight, and 
Eashleigh, who had got at that secret as he did at every 
one else, and held it like a twisted cord about poor Die's 
neck. I have seen her one hundred times she would 
have spit at him, if it had not been fear for her father, 
whose life would not have been worth five minutes' 
purchase if he had been discovered to the Govern- 
ment. But don't mistake me, Mr. Osbaldistone; I say 
the Government is a good, a gracious, and a just Govern- 



280 ROB ROY. 

ment; and if it has hanged one half of the rebels, poor 
things, all will acknowledge they would not have been 
touched had they stayed peaceably at home." 

It seemed to Frank that, in the knowledge that Miss 
Vernon was eternally divided from him, not by marriage 
with another, but by seclusion in a convent, in order to 
fulfill an absurd bargain of this kind, his regret for her 
loss was aggravated rather than diminished. He be- 
came dull, low-spirited, absent, and unable to support 
the task of conversing with Justice Inglewood, who in 
his turn yawned, and proposed to retire early. Frank 
took leave of him overnight, determining the next day, 
before breakfast, to ride over to Osbaldistone Hall. 

Mr. Inglewood acquiesced in his proposal. " It 
would be well," he said, " that he made his appearance 
there before he was known to be in the country, the more 
especially as ■ Sir Rashleigh Osbaldistone was now, he 
understood, at Mr. Jobson's house, hatching some mis- 
chief, doubtless. They were fit company," he added, 
" for each other. Sir Eashleigh having lost all right to 
mingle in the society of men of honor; but it was hardly 
possible two such d — d rascals should collogue together 
without mischief to honest people." 




The ullieiuus Andrew was heard : " A'lii briii'nir in the caunles. 



CHAPTER XXXI. 

His master's gone, and no one now 

Dwells in the halls of Ivor; 
Men, dogs, and horses, are all dead, 

He is the sole survivor. 

Wordsworth. 

True to his purpose, Frank the next morning, at- 
tended by the ever-present Andrew, rode to Osbaldistone 
Hall. The closed doors and windows, the grass-grown 
pavement, the silent courts, presented a strong con- 
trast to the time when he first approached the Hall. 
An air of desolation and loneliness breathed about the 
place, so different from the time when the courtyard 
rang with the merry shouts of the strong young hunters 
preparing for the chase. Frank fell into a reverie of 
both bitter and sweet recollections, from which Andrew 
aroused him by loudly calling for admittance, in a tone 
of authority that showed that he realized, if his master 
did not, his newly acquired importance. 

At length, timidly and reluctantly, Anthony Syd- 
dall, the aged butler and major-domo, presented himself 
at the lower window, well fenced with iron bars, and in- 
quired their business. 

" We are come to tak your charge aff your hand, my 

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282 ROB ROY. 

auld friend/' said Andrew Fairservice; " ye may gie up 
your keys as sune as ye like; ilka dog has his day. I'll 
tak the plate and napery aff your hand. Ye hae had 
your ain time o't, Mr. Syddall; hut ilka hean has its 
black, and ilka path has its puddle; and it will just set 
you henceforth to sit at the board-end, as weel as it did 
Andrew lang syne." 

Checking with some difficulty the forwardness of his 
follower, Frank explained to Syddall the nature of his 
right, and the title he had to demand admittance into 
the Hall as into his own property. The old man seemed 
much agitated and distressed, and testified manifest re- 
luctance to give him entrance, although it was couched 
in a humble and submissive tone. Frank allowed for 
the agitation of natural feelings which really did the old 
man honor, but continued peremptory in his demand of 
admittance, explaining to him that his refusal would 
oblige hiin to apply for Mr. Inglewood's warrant and a 
constable. 

" We are come from Mr. Justice Inglewood's this 
morning," said Andrew, to enforce the menace; ^^ and I 
saw Archie Rutledge, the constable, as I came up by. 
The country's no to be lawless as it has been, Mr, Syd- 
dall, letting rebels and papists gang on as they best 
listed." 

The threat of the law sounded dreadful in the old 
man's ears, conscious as he was of the suspicion under 
which he himself lay, from his religion and his devotion 
to Sir Hildebrand and his sons. He undid, with fear 
and trembling, one of the postern entrances, which was 
secured with many a bolt and bar, and humbly hoped 
that Frank would excuse him for fidelity in the discharge 



ROB ROY. 2S3 

of his duty. Frank reassured him, and told him he 
had the better opinion of him for his caution. 

" Sae have not I/' said Andrew; " Syddall is an auld 
sneck-drawer; he wadna be looking as white as a sheet, 
and his knees knocking thegither, unless it were for 
something mair than he's like to tell us." 

" Lord forgive you, Mr. Fairservice," replied the 
butler, " to say such things of an old friend and fel- 
low-servant ! Where " — following Frank humbly 
along the passage — " where would it be your honor's 
pleasure to have a fire lighted? I fear me you will 
find the house very dull and dreary. But perhaps 
you mean to ride back to Inglewood Place to din- 



ner 



?" 



" Light a fire in the library," Frank replied. 

" In the library! " answered the old man; " nobody 
has sat there this many a day, and the room smokes, 
for the daws have built in the chimney this spring, and 
there were no young men about the Hall to pull them 
down." 

" Our ain reek's better than other folk's fire," said 
Andrew. " His honor likes the library; he's nane o' 
your Papishers, that delight in blinded ignorance, Mr. 
Syddall." 

Very reluctantly the butler led the way to the library, 
where, contrary to Syddall's previous assertions, a fire 
was burning clearly in the grate. He, in way of excuse, 
observed " it was burning clear now, but had smoked 
woundily in the morning." 

Frank, desiring to be alone, sent Syddall to call the 
land steward, who lived about a quarter of a mile from 
the Hall. He also sent Andrew to procure the attend- 



284: liOB ROY. 

ance of two stout men upon whom he could rely, to 
spend the night at the manor. 

Shortly Wardlaw, the land steward, appeared. Frank 
transacted much necessary business with him and de- 
tained him to dinner. They dined in the library, and 
during the meal Andrew made his appearance with his 
two recruits, whom he recommended in the highest 
terms. As they left the room old Syddall shook his 
head, and, upon being questioned, said: 

" I maybe can not expect that your honor should put 
confidence in what I say, but it is Heaven^s truth for 
all that — Ambrose Wingfield is as honest a man as lives, 
but if there is a false knave in the country, it is his broth- 
er Lancie; the whole country knows him to be a spy for 
Clerk Jobson on the poor gentlemen that have been in 
trouble. But he's a Dissenter, and I suppose that's 
enough nowadays." 

Having thus far given vent to his feelings — to which, 
however, Frank was little disposed to pay attention — 
and having placed the wine on the table, the old butler 
left the apartment. 

Mr. AVardlaw remained until late in the afternoon, 
when he bundled up his papers and returned to his 
home, leaving Frank alone with his melancholy re- 
flections. 

At twilight Andrew came up to suggest that he had 
better have some lights brought as a precaution against 
the bogles, which still haunted his imagination. Frank 
rejected his proffer, trimmed the fire, and settled himself 
in an old leathern chair on one side of the chimney. 
Suddenly a deep sigh from the opposite side of the room 
interrupted his meditations. He started up in amaze- 



ROB ROY. 285 

ment. Diana Yernon stood before him, resting on the 
arm of a figure so strongly resembling that of the por- 
trait so often mentioned, that Frank looked hastily at 
the frame, expecting to see it empty. His first idea was 
either that he had gone suddenly distracted, or that the 
spirits of the dead had arisen and been placed before 
him. A second glance convinced him of his being in his 
senses, and that the forms which stood before him were 
real and substantial. It was Diana herself, though paler 
and thinner than her former self; and it was no tenant 
of the grave who stood beside her, but Vaughan, or 
rather Sir Frederick Vernon, in a dress made to imitate 
that of his ancestor, to whose picture his countenance 
possessed a family resemblance. He was the first to 
speak, for Diana kept her eyes fast fixed on the ground. 

" We are your suppliants, Mr. Osbaldistone," he said, 
" and we claim the refuge and protection of your roof 
till we can pursue a journey where dungeons and death 
gape for me at every step." 

" Surely," Frank articulated with great difficulty, 
" Miss Vernon can not suppose — you, sir, can not be- 
lieve — that I have forgot your interference in my diffi- 
culties, or that I am capable of betraying any one, much 
less you? " 

" I know it," said Sir Frederick; " yet it is with the 
most inexpressible reluctance that I impose on you a 
confidence disagreeable, perhaps — certainly dangerous — 
and which I would have specially wished to have con- 
ferred on some one else. But my fate, which has chased 
me through a life of perils and escapes, is now pressing 
me hard, and I have no alternative." 

At this moment the door opened, and the voice of 



286 ROB ROY. 

the officious Andrew was heard: "A'm bringin' in the 
caunles; ye can light them gin ye like — can do is easy 
carried about wi' ane." 

Frank ran to the door, which, as he hoped, he reached 
in time to prevent his observing who were in the apart- 
ment. He turned Andrew out with hasty violence, 
shut the door after him, and locked it; then, instantly 
remembering his two companions below, knowing his 
talkative humor, and recollecting SyddalFs remark, 
that one of them was supposed to be a spy, he followed 
him as fast as he could to the servants' hall in which 
they were assembled. Andrew's tongue was loud as 
Frank opened the door, but his unexpected appearance 
silenced him. 

" What is the matter with you, you fool ? " said 
Frank; " you stare and look wild, as if you had seen a 
ghost." 

" N-n-no-nothing," said Andrew; "but your wor- 
ship was pleased to be hasty." 

" Because you disturbed me out of a sound sleep, you 
fool! Syddall tells me he can not find beds for these 
good fellows to-night, and Mr. Wardlaw thinks there 
will be no occasion to detain them. Here is a crown- 
piece for them to drink my health, and thanks for their 
good will. — You will leave the Hall immediately, my 
good lads." 

The men thanked him for his bounty, took the silver, 
and withdrew, apparently unsuspicious and contented. 
Frank watched their departure until he was sure they 
could have no further intercourse that night with honest 
Andrew. And so instantly had he followed Andrew, 
that he thought he could not have had time to speak 



ROB ROY. 287 

two words with them before he interrupted him. But 
it is wonderful what mischief may be done by only two 
words. On this occasion they cost two lives. 

Having made these arrangements, the best which oc- 
curred to Frank upon the pressure of the moment, to 
secure privacy for his guests, he returned to report his 
proceedings, and added that he had desired Syddall to 
answer every summons, concluding that it was by his 
connivance they had been secreted in the Hall. Diana 
raised her eyes to thank him for the caution. 

" You now understand my mystery," she said; " you 
know, doubtless, how near and dear that relative is 
who has so often found shelter here; and will not be 
longer surprised that Eashleigh, having such a secret at 
his command, should rule me with a rod of iron." 

Her father added that " it was their intention to 
trouble him with their presence as short a time as was 
possible." 

Frank entreated the fugitives to waive every consid- 
eration but what affected their safety, and to rely on his 
utmost exertions to promote it. This led to an explana- 
tion of the circumstances under which they stood. 

They had, it seemed, after various vicissitudes and 
as a last recourse, expected to meet a well-tried friend 
in this neighborhood, who would guide them to a sea- 
port on the Solway, where a sloop was prepared to carry 
Sir Frederick Vernon away from his native land to a 
place of greater safety. As Osbaldistone Hall was for 
the present uninhabited, and under the charge of old 
Syddall, who had been their confidant on former occa- 
sions, they had come hither to wait until the time for Sir 
Frederick's escape should be ripe. Frank's sudden ar- 



288 I^OB ROY. 

rival at the Hall had compelled them to acknowledge 
their presence in the house and submit to his mercy. 

" We will now," said Sir Frederick to his daughter, 
" intrude no further on Mr. Osbaldistone's time, since 
we have acquainted him with the circumstances of the 
miserable guests who claim his protection." 

Frank requested them to stay, and offered himself to 
leave the apartment. Sir Frederick • observed that his 
doing so could not but excite suspicion, and that the 
place of their retreat was in every respect commodious, 
and furnished by Syddall with all they could possibly 
want. " We might perhaps have even contrived to re- 
main there concealed from your observation; but it 
would have been unjust to decline the most absolute 
reliance upon your honor." 

" You have done me but justice," Frank replied. 
" To you. Sir Frederick, I am but little known; but Miss 
Vernon, I am sure, will bear me witness that " 

" I do not want my daughter's evidence," he said 
politely, but yet with an air calculated to prevent Frank's 
addressing himself to Diana, " since I am prepared to 
believe all that is worthy of Mr. Francis Osbaldistone. 
Permit us now to retire; we must take repose when we 
can, since we are absolutely uncertain when we may be 
called upon to renew our perilous journey." 

He drew his daughter's arm within his, and with a 
profound reverence disappeared with her behind the 
tapestry. 



CHAPTER XXXII. 

But now the hand of Fate is on the curtain, 

And gives the scene to light. 

Don Sebastian. 

Frank's thoughts, when left to himself, were of 
Diana Yernon. Disappointed at his inability to speak 
with her during the previous interview, her seeming 
coldness and passiveness of manner, he succeeded in 
working himself into a fit of offended dignity, if not of 
jealousy. 

" I am contemned, then," he said, when left to run 
over the tenor of Sir Frederick's communications — " I 
am contemned, and thought unworthy even to exchange 
words with. her. Be it so; they shall not at least pre- 
vent me from watching over her safety. Here will I re- 
main as an outpost, and, while under my roof at least, 
no danger shall threaten her, if it be such as the arm of 
one determined man can avert." 

He summoned Syddall, who came, but accompanied 
by the eternal Andrew, so that Frank was unable to 
speak freely to the butler, and was therefore obliged to 
turn the subject to trivial affairs. " I shall sleep here, 
sir," he said, giving them directions to wheel nearer to 
the fire an old-fashioned day-bed, or settee. " I have 
much to do, and shall go late to bed." 

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290 I^OB ROY. 

The domestics retired, leaving Frank to his painful 
and ill-arranged reflections, until nature, worn out, 
should require some repose. 

Vainly did he endeavor to sleep, and when at last 
he did sink into a light slumber it was haunted by many 
phantoms. He was awakened from one of these dreams 
by a violent knocking at the gate. He leaped from his 
couch in great apprehension, took his sword under his 
arm, and hastened to forbid the admission of any one. 
But his route was necessarily circuitous, because the 
library looked not upon the quadrangle but into the gar- 
dens. When he had reached the staircase, the windows 
of which opened upon the entrance court, he heard the 
feeble and intimidated tones of Syddall expostulating 
with rough voices which demanded admittance, by the 
warrant of Justice Standish and in the King's name, 
and threatened the old domestic with the heaviest penal 
consequences if he refused instant obedience. Ere they 
had ceased, Frank heard, to his unspeakable provocation, 
the voice of Andrew bidding Syddall stand aside and let 
him open the door. 

" If they come in King George's name we have nae- 
thing to fear; we have spent baith bluid and gowd for 
him. We dinna need to darn ourselves like some folks, 
Mr. Syddall; we are neither Papists nor Jacobites, I 
trow." 

It was in vain Frank accelerated his pace downstairs; 
he heard bolt after bolt withdrawn by the officious scoun- 
drel, while all the time he was boasting his own and his 
master's loyalty to King George; and Frank could easily 
calculate that the party must enter before he could arrive 
at the door to replace the bars. Devoting the back of 



ROB ROY. 291 

Andrew Fairservice to the cudgel so soon as he should 
have time to pay him his deserts, he ran back to the 
library, barricaded the door as he best could, and has- 
tened to that by which Diana and her father entered, 
and begged for instant admittance. Diana herself un- 
did the door. She was ready dressed, and betrayed 
neither perturbation nor fear. 

'' Danger is so familiar to us," she said, " that we 
are always prepared to meet it. My father is already up; 
he is in Rashleigh's apartment. We will escape into 
the garden, and thence by the postern gate (I have the 
key from Syddall in case of need) into the wood. I 
know its dingles better than any one now alive. Keep 
them a few minutes in play. iVnd dear, dear Frank, 
once more fare thee well! " 

She vanished like a meteor to join her father, and the 
intruders were rapping violently, and attempting to 
force the library door by the time Frank had returned 
into it. 

" You robber dogs! " he exclaimed, willfully mistak- 
ing the purpose of their disturbance, " if you do not in- 
stantly quit the house I will fire my blunderbuss through 
the door." 

" Fire a fule's bauble! " said Andrew Fairservice. 
" It's Mr. Clerk Jobson, with a legal warrant " 

" To search for, take, and apprehend," said the voice 
of that execrable pettifogger, " the bodies of certain 
persons in my warrant named, charged of high treason 
under the 13th of King William, chapter third." 

And the violence on the door was renewed. " I am 
rising, gentlemen," said Frank, desirous to gain as much 
time as possible. ^' Commit no violence. Give me leave 



ROB ROY. 

to look at your warranty and if it is formal and legal I 
shall not oppose it." 

" God save great George our King! " ejaculated An- 
drew. " I tauid ye that ye would find nae Jacobites 
here." 

Spinning out the time as much as possible, Frank 
was at length compelled to open the door, which they 
would otherwise have forced. 

Mr. Jobson entered with several assistants, and ex- 
hibited his warrant, directed not only against Frederick 
Vernon, an attainted traitor, but also against Diana Ver- 
non, spinster, and Francis Osbaldistone, gentleman, ac- 
cused of misprision and treason. It was a case in which 
resistance would have been madness; Frank, therefore, 
after stipulating for a few minutes' delay, surrendered 
himself a prisoner. 

Jobson next went straight to the chamber of Miss 
Vernon, and from thence, without hesitation or diffi- 
culty, he went to the room where Sir Frederick had slept. 
*' The hare has stolen away," said the brute, " but her 
form is warm; the greyhounds will have her by the 
haunches yet." 

A scream from the garden announced that he 
prophesied truly. In the course of five minutes Rash- 
leigh entered the library with Sir Frederick Vernon and 
his daughter as prisoners. " The fox," he said, " knew 
his old earth*, but he forgot it could be stopped by a care- 
ful huntsman. I had not forgotten the garden gate. Sir 
Frederick — or, if that title suits you better, most noble 
Lord Beauchamp." 

" Rashleigh," said Sir Frederick, " thou art a detest- 
able villain! " 



ROB ROY. 293 

" I better deserved the name, Sir Knight, or my 
Lord, when, under the direction of an able tutor, I 
sought to introduce civil war into the bosom of a peace- 
ful country. But I have done my best," said he, look- 
ing upward, " to atone for my errors." 

Frank could hold no longer. He had designed to 
watch their proceedings in silence, but now felt that he 
must speak or die. " If hell," he said, " has one com- 
plexion more hideous than another, it is where villainy is 
masked by hypocrisy." 

" Ha! my gentle cousin," said Rashleigh, holding a 
candle toward Frank and surveying him from head to 
foot, "right welcome to Osbaldistone Hall! I can for- 
give your spleen. It is hard to lose an estate and a mis- 
tress in one night; for we shall take possession of this 
poor manor-house in the name of the lawful heir. Sir 
Rashleigh Osbaldistone." 

While Rashleigh braved it out in this manner, he 
put a strong force upon his feelings both of anger and 
shame. But his state of mind was more obvious when 
Diana Vernon addressed him. " Rashleigh," she said, 
"I pity you; for, deep as the evil is which you have 
labored to do me, and the evil which you have actually 
done, I can not hate you so much as I scorn and pity you. 
What you have now done may be the work of an hour, 
but will furnish you with reflection for your life — of 
what nature I leave to your own conscience, which will 
not slumber forever." 

Rashleigh strode once or twice through the room, 

came up to the side-table, on which wine was still 

standing, and poured out a large glass with a trembling 

hand; but when he saw that his tremor was observed, 

20 



294: KOB ROY. 

he suppressed it b}' a strong effort, and, looking at them 
with a fixed and daring composure, carried the bumper 
to his head without spilhng a drop. " It is my father's 
old Burgundy," he said, looking to Jobson; " I am glad 
there is some of it left. You will get proper persons to 
take care of the house and property in my name, and 
turn out the doting old butler, and that foolish Scotch 
rascal. Meanwhile we will convey these persons to a 
more proper place of custody. I have provided the old 
family coach for your convenience," he said, "though 
I am not ignorant that even the lady could brave the 
night-air on foot or on horseback, were the errand more 
to her mind." 

Andrew wrung his hands. " I only said that my 
master was surely speaking to a ghaist in the library — 
and the villain Laneie to betray an auld friend, that 
sang aff the same Psalm-book wi' him every Sabbath for 
twenty years! " 

He was turned out of the house, together with Syd- 
dall, without being allowed to conclude his lamenta- 
tion. His expulsion, however, led to some singular 
consequences. Eesolving, according to his own story, 
to go down for the night where Mother Simpson would 
give him a lodging for old acquaintance' sake, he had 
just got clear of the avenue, and into the old wood, as it 
was called, though it was now used as a pasture-ground 
rather than woodland, when he suddenly lighted on a 
drove of Scotch cattle, which were lying there to repose 
themselves after the day's journey. At this Andrew 
was in no way surprised, it being the well-known cus- 
tom of his countrymen, who take care of those droves, 
to quarter themselves after night upon the best unin- 



ROB ROY. 295 

closed grass-ground tliey can find, and depart before day- 
break to escape paying for their night's lodgings. But 
he was both surprised and startled when a Highlander, 
springing up, accused him of disturbing the cattle, and 
refused him to pass forward till he had spoken to his 
master. The mountaineer conducted Andrew into a 
thicket, where he found three or four more of his coun- 
trymen. " And," said Andrew," I saw sune they were 
ower mony men for the drove; and from the questions 
they put to me, I judged they had other tow on their 
rock." 

They questioned him closely about all that had 
passed at Osbaldistone Hall, and seemed surprised and 
concerned at the report he made to them. 

" And troth," said Andrew, " I tauld them a' I ken'd; 
for dirks and pistols were what I could never refuse in- 
formation to in a' my life." 

They talked in whispers among themselves, and at 
length collected their cattle together and drove them 
close up to the entrance of the avenue, which might be 
half a mile distant from the house. They proceeded 
to drag together some felled trees which lay in the vicin- 
ity, so as to make a temporary barricade across the road, 
about fifteen yards beyond the avenue. It was now 
near daybreak, and there was a pale eastern gleam 
mingled with the fading moonlight, so that objects 
could be discovered with some distinctness. The lum- 
bering sound of a coach drawn by four horses, and 
escorted by six men on horseback, was heard coming 
up the avenue. The Highlanders listened attentively. 
The carriage contained Mr. Jobson and his unfortunate 
prisoners. The escort consisted of Eashleigh, and of 



296 ROB ROY. 

several horsemen, peace officers and their asistants. 
So soon as they had passed the gate at the head of the 
avenue it was shut behind the cavalcade by a Highland- 
man stationed there for that purpose. At the same 
time the carriage was impeded in its further progress by 
the cattle, and by the barricade in front. Two of the 
escort dismounted to remove the felled trees, which they 
might think were left there by accident or carelessness. 
The others began with their whips to drive the cattle 
from the road. 

"Who dare abuse our cattle?" said a rough voice. 
" Shoot him, Angus! " 

Eashleigh instantly called out: "A rescue! a res- 
cue ! '' and^ firing a pistol, w^ounded the man who 
spoke. 

" Claymore ! " cried the leader of the Highlanders, 
and a scuffle instantly commenced. The officers of the 
law, surprised at so sudden an attack, and not usually 
possessing the most desperate bravery, made but an im- 
perfect defense, considering the superiority of their num- 
bers. Some attempted to ride back to the Hall, but on 
a pistol being fired from behind the gate they conceived 
themselves surrounded, and at length galloped off in dif- 
ferent directions. Eashleigh, meanwhile, had dismount- 
ed, and on foot had maintained a desperate and single- 
handed conffict with the leader of the band. At length 
Rashleigh dropped. 

" Will you ask forgiveness for the sake of God, King 
James, and auld friendship?" said a voice. 

" No, never! " said Rashleigh firmly. 

"Then, traitor, die in treason!" retorted MacGreg- 
or, and plunged his sword in his prostrate antagonist. 



ROB ROY. 297 

In the next moment he was at the carriage door, 
handed out Miss Vernon, assisted her father and Frank 
to alight, and dragging out the attorney head foremost, 
threw him under the wheel. 

" ^Ir. Osbaldistone," he said in a whisper to Frank, 
" you have nothing to fear. I must look after those 
who have. Your friends will soon be in safety. Fare- 
well, and forget not the MacGregor." 

He whistled — his band gathered round him, and, 
hurrying Diana and her father along with him, they 
were almost instantly lost in the glades of the forest. 
The coachman and postilion had abandoned their horses, 
and fled at the first discharge of firearms; but the ani- 
mals, stopped by the barricade, remained perfectly still; 
and well for Jobson that they did so, for the slightest 
motion would have dragged the wheel over his body. 
Frank's first object was to relieve him, for such was the 
rascal's terror that he never could have risen by his own 
exertions. Frank next commanded him to observe that 
he had neither taken part in the rescue nor availed him- 
self of it to make his escape, and enjoined him to go 
down to the Hall and call some of the party, who had 
been left there, to assist the wounded. But Jobson's 
fears had so mastered and controlled every faculty of 
his mind that he was totally incapable of moving. 
Frank now resolved to go himself, but in his way stum- 
bled over the body of a man, as he thought, dead or dy- 
ing. It was, however, Andrew Fairservice, as well and 
whole as ever he was in his life, who had only taken this 
recumbent posture to avoid the slashes, stabs, and pistol 
balls which for a moment or two were flying in various 
directions. Frank was so glad to find him that he did 



298 ROB ROY. 

not inquire how he came thither, but instantly com- 
manded his assistance. 

Eashleigh was their first object. He groaned when 
Frank' approached him, as much through spite as 
through pain, and shut his eyes, as if determined, like 
lago, to speak no word more. They lifted him into the 
carriage, and performed the same good office to another 
wounded man of his party, who had been left on the 
field. With difficulty Jobson was made to understand 
that he must enter the coach also and support Sir Eash- 
leigh upon the seat. He obeyed, but with an air as if 
he but half comprehended. Andrew and Frank turned 
the horses' heads round, and, opening the gate of the 
avenue, led them slowly back to Osbaldistone Hall. 
Eashleigh was still alive when they reached the Hall, 
but expired a few moments afterward. 

After the death of the last one of Sir Hildebrand's 
sons Frank now came into his rights of inheritance with- 
out further challenge. Jobson was compelled to admit 
that the charge of high treason was got up on an affidavit 
which he made with the sole purpose of favoring Eash- 
leigh's views and removing Frank from Osbaldistone 
Hall. The rascaFs name was struck from the list of 
attorneys, and he was reduced to poverty and contempt. 

As soon as Frank had settled his affairs at Osbaldi- 
stone Hall he returned to London. His anxiety was 
now acute to learn the fate of Diana and her father. 
A French gentleman who came to London on commer- 
cial business was intrusted with a letter from Miss Ver- 
non to Frank which put his mind at rest respecting their 
safety. Eob Eoy had assisted them to escape, and not- 
withstanding their plans had almost failed by the unex- 



ROB ROY. 299 

pected appearance of Rashleigh, they reached France 
without further mishap. Diana was placed in a convent, 
and although it was her father's desire that she should 
take the veil, he was understood to refer the matter en- 
tirely to her own inclinations. 

When these news reached Frank, he told the state of 
his affections to his father, who was not a little startled 
at the idea of his son's marrying a Roman Catholic. But 
he was very desirous to see him " settled in life," as he 
called it; and he was sensible that, in joining him with 
heart and hand in his commercial labors, Frank had 
sacrificed his own inclinations. After a brief hesitation, 
and several questions asked and answered to his satisfac- 
tion, he broke out with — " I little thought a son of 
mine should have been Lord of Osbaldistone Manor, and 
far less that he should go to a French convent for a 
spouse. But so dutiful a daughter can not but prove a 
good wife. You have worked at the desk to please me, 
Frank; it is but fair you should wive to please your- 
self." 

Within a short time Diana Yernon and Francis Os- 
baldistone were married, and had many long years of 
happiness together. Frank many times in his after- 
life revisited Scotland, but he never again saw the bold 
Highlander who had exerted so much influence on his 
earlier years. He heard of him occasionally, however, 
and felt a sincere sorrow when the news of Rob Roy's 
death reached him, though the pang was softened by 
the knowledge that the Highland chieftain, in contrast 
to his wild and violent life, had died peacefully at a 
good old age. 



GLOSSARY OF CERTAIN SCOTCH WORDS AND 
PHRASES AS APPLIED IN ROB ROY. 



AiBLixs, perhaps. 

A IK, oak. 

AiRN, iron. 

Aits, oats. 

An, if. 

Andrea Ferrara, Highland 

broadsword. 
AuLDFARRAN, sagacious. 

Bailie, a Scotch magistrate. 

Bairn, a child. 

Ban, curse. 

Barkit, tanned. 

Barkit aik snag, barked oak 
stick. 

Barm, yeast. 

Baudron, a cat. 

Bawbee, halfpenny. 

Bent, the moor or hillside. 

Bicker, a wooden vessel. 

Bicker, to throw stones, to quar- 
rel. 

Bide, wait. 

Bield, shelter. 

BiGGiNG, building. 

Bike, nest. 



Birkie, lively fellow. 
BiRL, toss. 

BiTTOCK, more than a bit. 
Blether, rattling nonsense. 
Bleteer, to spout nonsense. 
Blythe, happy. 
Boddle, a farthing. 
Bogle, ghost, scarecrow. 
Bole, an aperture. 
Bonnie, pi-etty. 
Braw, fine, brave. 
Breeks, breeches. 
Brig, bridge. 

Brochan, Gaelic for porridge. 
Brogue, Highland shoe. 
Brose, a sort of pottage. 
Brownie, ghost. 

Gallant, a lad. 

Caller, fresh. 

Calm sough, a quiet mind or 
tongue. 

CANNELMASjScotch term, 2d Feb- 
ruary. 

Canny, quiet, sensible. 

Cateran, a robber. 
301 



302 



ROB ROY. 



Caunle, candle. 

Caup, a shell. 

Chack, sneck. 

Chap, strike. 

Chappin, choppin, a liquid meas- 
ure. 

Chiel, a fellow. 

Chimley, chimney. 

Chuckie-stanes, small pebbles. 

Clachan, Gaelic, village. 

Clash, scandal. 

Claut, clot. 

Clavers, gossip, scandal. 

Clerkit, written. 

Cloot, a rag, cloth. 

Codlings, baking apples. 

Cogue, wooden vessel. 

CoosT, cast. 

Corbie, crow. 

Coup, upset. 

CowE, stalk. 

Crack, to gossip, jaw. 

Craig, the neck, 

Creagh, Gaelic, pillage. 

Creel, basket. 

Crouse, confident, cheery. 

Crowdy, a sort of pottage made 
of oatmeal. 

Cuitle up, tickle up, to do for. 

Curle, a fellow. 

Curlie-wurlie, twisting. 

Baffin', frolicking. 

Daft, crazy. 

Daiker, (toil) up the gate 

(way). 
Darn (dern), conceal. 
Deil's ower Jock Wabster, all 

to the devil. 



Ding, pull down. 
DiRDU3i, an ado. 
Divot, a turf. 
Dour, stubborn. 
Dourlach, Gaelic, satchel. 
Douse, quiet. 
Dow, can. 
DowNA, do not like. 
Dree, to suffer. 

Duinhewassel, Gaelic, gentle- 
man. 

Een, eyes. 
E'en, evening. 
Ettle, intend. 

Fa', Highland, who. 

Fashious, troublesome. 

Fa'ard, favored. 

Feal, faithful. 

Feck, part. 

Ferlie, wonderful. 

Fizzinless, tasteless, useless. 

Flae, flea. 

Fleech, wheedle. 

Fleg, fright. 

Fley, frighten. 

Flit, remove. 

Flow-moss, wet moss. 

Flyte, scold. 

Forbye, besides. 

Forfoughen, blown, breath- 
less. 

Forgather, make friends with, 
take up with. 

Forfit, fourth part of a peck. 

Fozy, soft. 

Fushionless, tasteless, use- 
less. 



ROB ROY. 



303 



Gabble, absurd talk. 
Galla Glass, an armed re- 
tainer — 

" The merciless Macdonald 

From the Western Isles 

Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is 
supplied." , ^ 

Macbeth, Act I, Scene 2. 

Gang-there-out, wandering. 
Gar, make, oblige. 
Gash, sour-looking. 
Gate, way, manner, 
Gauger, exciseman. 
Gaun, going. 

Gillie, Highland foot-boy. 
Gilravaging, devouring. 
Gleed, twisted. 
Gleg, quick, active. 
Gliff, an instant. 

Glisk, a spark. 

Gloamin, twilight. 

Gloom, a frown. 

Glower, gaze. 

Glum, sour-looking. 

Gomeril. fool, lout. 

GowD. gold. 

Gowk, fool. 

Gree, agree. 

Greet, cry, weep. 

Grew, shiver. 

Grewsome, ill-omened, bitter. 

Grieve, a bailiff, or steward. 

GuDEMAN, husband, head of the 
house. 

Guide, use, employ. 

Ha MEL Sassenach (corrupt 
Gaelic), 1 have no English. 

Ha nun Gregarach (corrupt 
Gaelic), It is a MacGregor. 



Haggis, a Scotch pudding of 

minced meat, oatmeal, etc. 
Hail, whole. 
Hallion, rascal. 
Hantle, a number of. 
Harns, brains. 
Harst, harvest. 
Haud, hold. 
Her, Highland, my. 
Her-nainsel, Highland, myself. 
Hership, plunder. 
Het, hot. 

Hinderlans, buttocks. 
Hosenet, a small net used for 
rivulet fishing; also an en- 
tanglement or confusion. 

Hough, thigh, ham. 

Howe, hollow.' 

Howlet, owl.' 

HuRDiES, buttocks. 

Hussy, jade. 

Ilk, each. 
Ingan, onion. 
Ivy-tod, ivy-bush. 

Jalouse, suspect. 
Jannock, bannock. 
JocTALEG, clasp-knife. 
Joseph, a riding cloak. 
JouK (dive) and let the jaw 
(wave) go by. 

Kail through the Reek, the 
soup through the smoke; to 
suffer reproof, blame, or retri- 
bution. 

Kail-yard, cabbage-garden. 

Kaim, comb. 



304 



ROB ROY. 



Kale, greens, sometimes broth. 
Kemp, strive and fight. 
Ken, know. 

Kerne, a retainer or gillie. 
Kraem, a stall or shop. 
Kyloes, Highland cattle. 
Kythe, seem. 

Lassock, girl. 

Lave, the remainder. 

Lawing, reckoning. 

Limmer, jade. 

Loon, fellow. 

Loup, leap. 

LucKiE, goodie ! addressed to 

woman. 
Lug, the ear. 

Malison, curse. 

Manse, house, parsonage. 

Maun, must. 

Maw, to mow. 

Menpe, sense. 

Mint, aim, intend. 

MisTRYST, disappoint, deceive. 

MouL, the sod. 

MucKLE, much. 

Mutch, cap. 

Napery, table-linen. 
Natheless, nevertheless. 
NowTE, black cattle. 

Opensteek, open stitch. 
Opine, suppose, presume. 
Orra, odd. 
Ower, over. 
OwsEN, oxen. 



Pairs, chastisement, a kick- 
ing. 

Parochine, parish. 

Parritch, porridge. 

Pat, pot. 

Peers, pears. 

Pirn, a reel. 

Plack, third of a penny. 

Pliskie, trick. 

Pock, a poke,' bag. 

Pock-neuk, one's own means or 
exertions. 

Pootry, poultry. 

Pow, head. 

Pretty, Highland, brave, smart. 

Provost, a Scotch Mayor. 

Quean, flirt. 

Queez madan, a French pear. 

Rathe, ready, quick. 

Rax, stretch. 

Redd, clear up. 

Reek, smoke. 

Reft, seized. 

Reisted, roasted, smoked. 

Reive, to break, pillage. 

RoosE, praise. 

Roup, auction. 

Sark, a shirt. 
Sau, sow. 

ScART, a cormorant. 
Sea-maw, a gull. 
Searcher, a town officer. 
Sell o't, itself. 
Ser'ing, serving. 
Shanks, legs. 
Shaw, a green blade. 



ROB ROY. 



305 



She, Highland, I or he. 

Shear, slip, cut, reap. 

Sic, such. 

Siller, money. 

Skart, scratch. 

Skirl, scream. 

Skreigh, scream. 

Skyte, a wretched fellow. 

Slabber, froth. 

Slink, worthless. 

Smaik, a fool, or spoon. 

Snag, a stick, branch. 

Sneckdrawer, a sly, cunning 
person. 

Snell, sharp, severe, terri- 
ble. 

Soothfast, honest. 

Sough, sigh. 

Spang, to spring. 

Sparry-grass, asparagus. 

Speer, inquire. 

Splore, a row. 

Sporran, Gaelic, purse. 

Spreagh, cattle-lifting. 

Spune, a spoon. 

Steek, shut. 

Steer, molest. 

Stibbler, a poor preacher. 

Stint, stop. 

Stot, a bullock. 

Stoup, a liquid measure. 

Strae, straw. 

Sybo, a kind of onion, or rad- 
ish. 



Tae, the one. 
Tabs, a glass, cup. 
Tatty, potato. 



Thrang, thronged, busy. 
Thrapple, throat. 
Thraw, thwart, twist. 
Through -GAUN, a down -set- 
ting. 
Thrum, a story. 
TooM, empty. 
Tow, a rope. 

Troke, transact, dabble with. 
Trotcosie, riding-hood. 
Troth, truth ! sure ! 
Trow, trust. 
TuiLziE, scuffle. 
Tup, a ram. 
TwAL, twelve. 

Unco, very particularly. 
Unco thing, a sad thing. 
Usquebaugh, Gaelic, whisky. 

Vivers, victuals. 

Wabster, a weaver. 
Wally draigh, a feeble per- 
son. 
Wame, belly, hollow. 
Wappin, stout, clever. 
Warstle, wrestle. 
Waur, worse. 
Wean, an infant. 
Wee, little. 
Weird, destiny. 
Weise, guide. 
Wheen, a few. 
Whigmaleerie, gimcrack. 
Whilk, which. 
Whin, gorse. 
Whummle, turn over. 



306 



ROB ROY. 



Will to Cupar maun to Cupar, 
a willful man must have his 
way. 

WiNNLE, turning frame. 

WuD, mad. 



WuDDiE, gallows-rope. 
Wuss, wish. 
Wyte, blame. 

YiLL, ale. 



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