cise of the chace, but through which others would have had much difficulty in tracing their course. They rode for some time in silence, making such haste as the condition of Ravenswood's horse permitted, until night having gradually closed around them, they discontinued their speed, both from the difficulty of discovering their path, and from the hope that they were beyond the reach of pursuit or observation.
"And now that we have drawn bridle abit," said Bucklaw, "I would fain ask you a question, Master."
"Ask, and welcome," said Ravenswood, "but forgive me not answering it, unless I think proper."
"Well, it is simply this," answered his late antagonist, "What, in the name of old Sathan, could make you, who stand so highly on your reputation, think for a moment of drawing up with such a rogue as Craigengelt, and such a scapegrace as folks call Bucklaw?"
