ed in a report of the action sent directly to the throne of his sovereign.
"Nothing," he said, "my lord, now seems to remain in which I can render any assistance, permit me to look after a duty of humanity—the Knight of Ardenvohr, as I am told, is our prisoner, and severely wounded."
"And well he deserves to be so," said Sir Dugald Dalgetty, who came up to them at that moment with a prodigious addition of acquired importance, "since he shot my good horse at the moment that I was offering him honourable quarter, which, I must needs say, was done more like an ignorant Highland Cateran, who has not sense enough to erect a sconce for the protection of his old hurley-house of a castle, than like a soldier of worth and quality."
"Are we to condole with you then," said Lord Menteith, "upon the loss of the famed Gustavus?"
"Even so, my lord," answered the soldier with a deep sigh, "Diem clausit supre-
