"Drinking and driving ower," quoth Jenny, "wi' the steward and John Gudyill."
"So, so—he's safe enough—and where are my comrades?" said the centinel.
"Birling the brown bowl wi' the fowler and the falconer, and some o' the serving folk."
"Have they plenty of ale?"
"Sax gallons, as gude as e'er was masked," said the maid.
"Well, then, my pretty Jenny," said the relenting centinel, " they are fast till the hour of relieving guard, and perhaps something later; and so, if you will promise to come alone the next time"———
"Maybe I will, and maybe I winna," said Jenny; "but if ye get the dollar, ye'll like that just as weel."
"I'll be d—n'd if I do," said Halliday, taking the money however; "but it's always something for my risk; for, if Claverhouse hears what I have done, he will build me a horse as high as the Tower of Tillietudlem. But every one in the regi-
