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Stay, let me see; ay, I would come out in Alexander:

Thus from the grave I rise to save my love, Draw all your swords, and quick as lightning move.

When I rush on, sure none will dare to stay:

'Tis love commands, and glory leads the way."As with a voice of thunder, and his hand upon his sword, Bucklaw repeated the ranting couplets of poor Lee, Craigengelt re-entered with a face of alarm.

"We are undone, Bucklaw! The Master's led horse has cast himself over his halter in the stable, and is dead lame. His hackney will be set up with the day's work, and now he has no fresh horse; he will never get off.""Egad, there will be no moving with the speed of lightning this bout," said Bucklaw, drily. "But stay, you can give him yours.""What! and be taken myself? I thank you for the proposal," said Craigengelt.

"Why," replied Bucklaw, "if the Lord Keeper should have met with a mischance, which for my part I cannot suppose, for the Master is not the lad to shoot an old and unarmed man--but IF there should have been a fray at the Castle, you are neither art not part in it, you know, so have nothing to fear.""True, true," answered the other, with embarrassment; "but consider my commission from Saint Germains.""Which many men think is a commission of your own making, noble Captain. Well, if you will not give him your horse, why, d----n it, he must have mine.""Yours?" said Craigengelt.

"Ay, mine," repeated Bucklaw; "it shall never be said that Iagreed to back a gentleman in a little affair of honour, and neither helped him on with it nor off from it.""You will give him your horse? and have you considered the loss?""Loss! why, Grey Gilbert cost me twenty Jacobuses, that's true;but then his hackney is worth something, and his Black Moor is worth twice as much were he sound, and I know how to handle him.

Take a fat sucking mastiff whelp, flay and bowel him, stuff the body full of black and grey snails, roast a reasonable time, and baste with oil of spikenard, saffron, cinnamon, and honey, anoint with the dripping, working it in----""Yes, Bucklaw; but in the mean while, before the sprain is cured, nay, before the whelp is roasted, you will be caught and hung. Depend on it, the chase will be hard after Ravenswood. Iwish we had made our place of rendezvous nearer to the coast.""On my faith, then," said Bucklaw, "I had best go off just now, and leave my horse for him. Stay--stay, he comes: I hear a horse's feet.""Are you sure there is only one?" said Craigengelt. "I fear there is a chase; I think I hear three or four galloping together. I am sure I hear more horses than one.""Pooh, pooh, it is the wench of the house clattering to the well in her pattens. By my faith, Captain, you should give up both your captainship and your secret service, for you are as easily scared as a wild goose. But here comes the Master alone, and looking as gloomy as a night in November."The Master of Ravenswood entered the room accordingly, his cloak muffled around him, his arms folded, his looks stern, and at the same time dejected. He flung his cloak from him as he entered, threw himself upon a chair, and appeared sunk in a profound reverie.

"What has happened? What have you done?" was hastily demanded by Craigengelt and Bucklaw in the same moment.

"Nothing!" was the short and sullen answer.

"Nothing! and left us, determined to call the old villain to account for all the injuries that you, we, and the country have received at his hand? Have you seen him?""I have," replied the Master of Ravenswood.