raising his cane, and making a grasp at the captain's bridle, "if you do not depart without uttering another syllable, I will batoon you to death."
At the motion of the Master towards him, the bully turned so sharply round, that with some difficulty he escaped throwing down his horse, whose hoofs struck fire from the rocky pavement in every direction. Recovering him, however, with the bridle, he pushed for the gate, and rode sharply back again in the direction of the village.
As Ravenswood turned round to leave the court-yard after this dialogue, he found that the Lord Keeper had descended from the hall, and witnessed, though at the distance prescribed by politeness, his interview with Craigengelt.
"I have seen," said the Lord Keeper, "that gentleman's face, and at no great distance of time—his name is Craig-Craig—something, is it not?"
"Craigengelt is the fellow's name," said
