he shall feel me. Will he fire my castle of Murdoch!—Inverara shall raise the first smoke.—O for a guide through the skirts of Strath Fillan!"
Whatever might be Dalgetty's personal conceit, he understood his business sufficiently to guess at Montrose's meaning. He instantly interrupted his own prolix narration of the skirmish which had taken place, and the wound he had received in his retreat, and began to speak to the point which he saw interested his general.
"If," said he, "your Excellency wishes to make an infall into Argyleshire, this poor man, Ranald, of whom I told you, together with his children and companions, know every pass into that land, both leading from the east and from the north."
"Indeed!" said Montrose; "what reason have you to believe their knowledge so extensive?"
"So please your Excellency," answered Dalgetty, "during the weeks that I remained with them for cure of my wound,
