rited rascal who had taken such a dastardly course of vengeance.
"Dinna curse him, sir," said the old woman; "I have heard a good man say, that a curse was like a stone flung up to the heavens, and maist like to return on his head that sent it. But if ye ken Lord, Evandale, bid him look to himsel, for I hear strange words pass atween the soldiers that are lying here, and his name is often mentioned; and the tane o' them has been twice up at Tillietudlem. He's a kind of favourite wi' the Laird, though he was in former times ane o' the maist cruel oppressors ever rade through a country (out-taken Serjeant Bothwell)—they ca' him Inglis."
"I have the deepest interest in Lord Evandale's safety," said Morton, "and you may depend on my finding some mode to apprize him of these suspicious circumstances: And, in return, my good friend, will you indulge me with another ques-
