tions should be communicated instantly to the General himself.
It was a moonlight night, and Montrose, worn out by the fatigues of the day, was laid down to sleep in a miserable shieling. He had only slumbered two hours, when some one touched his shoulder. He looked up, and, by the stately form and deep voice, easily recognized the Chief of the Camerons.
"I have news for you," said that leader, "which it is worth while to arise and listen to."
"M'Ilduy can bring no other," said Montrose, addressing the Chief by his patronymic title—"are they good or bad?"
"As you may take them," said the Chieftain.
"Are they certain?"
"Yes," answered M'Ilduy, "or another messenger should have brought them. Know that, tired with the task imposed upon me of accompanying that unhappy Dalgetty
