"Mysie?" said Caleb—"I had nae time to look about ony Mysie—she's in the tower, I'se warrant, biding her awful doom."
"By heaven!" said Ravenswood, "I do not understand all this—the life of a faithful old creature is at stake—my lord, I will be withheld no longer—I will at least ride up, and see whether the danger is as imminent as this old fool pretends."
"Weel, then, as I live by bread," said Caleb, "Mysie is weel and safe. I saw her out of the castle before I left it mysell—Was I ganging to forget an auld fellow-servant?"
"What made you tell me the contrary this moment?" said his master.
"Did I say otherwise?" answered Caleb; "then I maun hae been dreaming surely, or this awsome night has turned my judgment—but safe she is, and ne'er a living soul in the castle, a' the better for them—they wad have gotten an unco heezy."
The Master of Ravenswood, upon this assurance being solemnly reiterated, and
