more active and younger of the two, yet Balfour was the most powerful, and effectually prevented him from rescuing the deed until it was fairly reduced to a cinder. They then quitted hold of each other, and the enthusiast, rendered fiercer by the contest, glared on Morton with an eye expressive of frantic revenge.
"Thou hast my secret; thou must be mine, or die!"
"I contemn your threats," said Morton; "I pity you, and leave you."
But, as he turned to retire, Burley stept before him, pushed the oak trunk from its resting place, and as it fell thundering and crashing into the abyss beneath, drew his sword, and exclaimed, with a voice that rivalled the roar of the cataract and the thunder of the falling oak,—"Now thou art at bay!—fight—yield, or die!" and standing in the mouth of the cavern, he flourished his naked sword.
"I will not fight with the man that preserved my father's life," said Morton,—"I
