to MacEagh, on condition he would suffer him to give an alarm.
"Not for a forest of deer—not for a thousand head of cattle," answered the free-booter; "not for all the lands that ever called a son of Diarmid master, will I break the troth I have plighted to him of the iron-garment."
"He of the iron-garment," said Dalgetty, entering, "is bounden unto you, MacEagh, and this noble lord shall be bounden also; but first he must fill up this passport with the names of Major Dugald Dalgetty and his guide, or he is like to have a passport into another world."
The Marquis subscribed, and wrote, by the light of the dark-lantern, as the soldier prescribed to him.
"And now, Ranald," said Dalgetty, "strip thy upper garment—thy plaid I mean, Ranald, and in it will I muffle the M'Callum More, and make of him, for the time, a Child of the Mist;—Nay, I must bring it over your head, my lord, so as to
