board of a galley, from the deck of which he surveyed with more safety than credit the scene which ensued.
Sir Duncan Campbell of Ardenvohr, notwithstanding the urgency of the occasion, stood with his eyes rivetted on the boat which bore his chieftain from the field of battle. There were feelings in his bosom which could not be expressed; for the character of a chief was that of a father, and the heart of a clansman durst not dwell upon his failings with critical severity as upon those of other men. Argyle, too, harsh and severe to others, was generous and liberal among his kinsmen, and the noble heart of Ardenvohr was wrung with bitter anguish, when he reflected to what interpretation his present conduct might subject him.
"It is better it should be so," said he to liimself, devouring his own emotion; "butof his line of a hundred sires, I know not one who would have retired while the banner of Diarmid waved in the wind!"
