boat waited for Captain Morton with the trunks and baggage belonging to his rank Claverhouse shook him by the hand, and wished him good fortune, and a happy return to Scotland in quieter times.
"I shall never forget," he said, "the gallantry of your behaviour to my friend. Evandale, in circumstances when many men would have sought to rid him out of their way."
Another friendly pressure, and they parted. As Morton descended the pier to get into the boat, a hand placed in his a letter folded up in very small space. He looked round. The person who gave it seemed much muffled up; he pressed his finger upon his lip, and then disappeared among the crowd. The incident awakened Morton's curiosity; and when he found himself on board of a vessel bound for Rotterdam, and saw all his companions of the voyage busy making their own arrangements, be took opportunity to open the billet thus
