gazed around for something that might confirm his hope that his child yet lived, although in the power of those strange people, a man entered the hut.
It was his old gardener. "O sir!" said the old man, "such a night as this I trusted never to live to see!–ye maun come to the Place directly!"
"Is my boy found? is he alive? have ye found Harry Bertram? Andrew, have ye found Harry Bertram?"
"No, sir; but"
"Then he is kidnapped! I am sure of it, Andrew! as sure as that I tread upon earth! She has stolen him—and I will never stir from this place till I have tidings of my bairn!"
"O, but ye maun come hame, sir! ye maun come hame!—We have sent for the sheriff, and we'll set a watch here a' night, in case the gypsies return; but you—ye maun come hame, sir, for my lady's in the dead-thraw."
