with some attention; but I respect your motives. You are a prisoner-of-war at the disposal of the King and council, but you shall be treated with no incivility; and I will be satisfied with your parole that you will not attempt an escape."
When Morton had passed his word to that effect, Claverhouse bowed civilly, and, turning away from him, called for his serjeant-major.
"How many prisoners, Halliday, and how many killed?"
"Three killed in the house, sir, two cut down in the court, and one in the garden—six in all; four prisoners."
"Armed or unarmed?" said Claverhouse.
"Three of them armed to the teeth," answered Halliday; "one without arms—he seems to be a preacher."
"Ay—the trumpeter to the long-ear'd route, I suppose," replied Claverhouse, glancing slightly round upon his victims, "I will talk with him to-morrow. Take
