replied the stranger, turning his light full on the wild and wasted features, and the large limbs of the highlander, Ranald MacEagh, who, close drawn up against the walls of the dungeon, seemed yet uncertain whether his guest was a living being.
"I have brought you something, my friend," said the stranger, in a more soothing tone, "to mend your fare; if you are to die to-morrow, it is no reason wherefore you should not live to-night."
"None at all—no reason in the creation," replied the ready Captain Dalgetty, who forthwith began to unpack the contents of a small basket which the stranger had brought under his cloak, while the highlander, either in suspicion or disdain, paid no attention to the good cheer.
"Here's to thee, my friend," said the Captain, who having already dispatched a huge piece of roasted kid, was now taking a pull at the wine-flask. "What is thy name, my good friend?"
"Murdoch Campbell, sir," answered the
