"That"s a question, father," said his daughter, "that relates to a part of the bargain I mean to drive with you which I have not yet arrived at, and which will seem to you the most unreasonable of the whole, I daresay. You must not ask me where I am going to, nor what I"m going to do. On my return, you shall know all."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Mr Cameron; "why, this is certainly strange, Grace--I don"t understand it; and, what is more, I must say I do not like it; but, as I have every reliance on your good sense and discretion, my child, I will grant your request. But I really wish you would tell me what it means; for you cannot suppose that I can be otherwise than uneasy till you return."
"I have your unconditional consent, father, to my terms," said Grace, playfully; "so you must not put any questions; and, as to your being uneasy about me, I a.s.sure you there is not the slightest occasion; for my project involves no chance whatever of personal injury to myself."
"Well, well, Grace," replied her father, "since you a.s.sure me of that, and since I have certainly given my consent to your request, I will keep my word. You may go when you please."
Delighted with her success, Grace flew to give the necessary orders regarding her intended journey; and amongst these were instructions to Macpherson--a favourite servant of long standing in the family--to have her pony, and a horse for himself, in readiness at an early hour on the following morning. When this hour arrived, it found Grace and her attendant jogging forward, at a pretty round pace, on the road leading to the town of Inverness.
Leaving her to prosecute her mysterious journey, we shall return to Duntruskin House, where a scene was about to occur of no ordinary interest.
On the second day after Grace"s departure, a young Irish officer, who had been in the service of the Pretender, and who was well acquainted with both Mr Cameron and M"Gregor--with the latter intimately, as they had served together--arrived at Duntruskin House. He, too, was a fugitive, and was now endeavouring to find his way back to Ireland, and to avoid the numerous military parties that were scouring the country.
This gentleman, whose name was Terence Sullivan, was a genuine Milesian.
He was frank, open, generous, warmhearted, and brave to a fault; for he was rash and impetuous, and never stopped an instant to reckon on the odds that might be against him in any case, either of love or war. On he went, reckless of consequences and fearless of results. Terence was thus, in truth, rather a dangerous ally in cases where either caution, deliberation, or forbearance, was necessary, and where their opposites were attended with peril. Such as he was, however, he now appeared at Duntruskin, on his way to the coast for the purpose already mentioned.
But Mr Sullivan brought a piece of intelligence with him which it was rather singular he should have fallen in with; and it was intelligence that greatly surprised and alarmed both Cameron and M"Gregor. This was, that the place of concealment of the latter was known, and that he might every moment expect to be apprehended; and, to show that his information was well founded, he described the place of M"Gregor"s retreat with such accuracy that it was instantly recognised, and left no doubt that a special information on the subject had been laid by some person or other. Sullivan said that the way in which he came by the intelligence was this:--He had slept on the preceding night in a small public-house, and having been much fatigued, had retired early to bed.
This bed was in a recess in the wall, with a sliding-door on its front, which he drew close. Soon after he had lain down, a party of military came to the house in quest of refreshments; and, being shown into the apartment where he lay, he overheard all that pa.s.sed amongst them; and part of this conversation, he said, was what he had just communicated.
On receiving this startling intelligence, Mr Cameron hastened to inform M"Gregor of his danger, when an earnest conversation ensued between them as to what steps the latter ought now to take to secure his safety.
Leaving them for an instant thus employed, we will return to Terence, who, having been left alone by Mr Cameron while he went to speak with his protege, had taken his station at a window which overlooked the approach to the house, and was there humming away, with great spirit, one of his lively national airs, when his eye was suddenly caught by the red coats of a party of dragoons advancing towards the house. Terence"s eye instantly brightened up with an almost joyous expression when he saw them; for he antic.i.p.ated some amus.e.m.e.nt in the way of fighting, as he took it for granted that the house was to be defended to the last extremity. Having at once settled this point, he hurriedly looked about the apartment, to see whether he could not find any eligible weapon wherewith to resist the approaching foe; and in this particular his luck was singularly great indeed. Over the fireplace there hung a rifle gun and a flask of powder, and on the mantelpiece were several bullets that fitted to a hair--the very things wanted. Never was man so fortunate.
Delighted beyond measure with his good luck, Terence seized the rifle, loaded it in a twinkling, and again took his place at the window, which he now banged up to its utmost height, and stood ready for mischief; never dreaming that it was at all necessary to consult the master of the house as to the manner in which he meant to receive his visiters, or conceiving that anything else could be thought of in the case but fighting.
"Blessings on them, the darlings! There they are," said Terence to himself, as he stood at the window in the way already described, "as large as life, and as lively as two-year olds." Muttering this, he raised his rifle, and, putting it on full c.o.c.k, "You"ll see now, my jewels," he added, "how beautifully I"ll turn over that fellow on the white charger."
He fired, and almost in the same instant the unfortunate man whom he had selected fell lifeless from his horse.
Terence gave a shout of joy and triumph at the success of his shot, and was proceeding with the utmost expedition to reload, when his arm was suddenly seized from behind by Mr Cameron, who, in amazement at his proceedings, and in great distress for their very serious result, which he had seen from another part of the house, had hastened to the apartment where he was.
"Good heavens, Mr Sullivan! what is the meaning of this?--what are you doing?--what have you done?" he exclaimed, in great agitation. "We shall be all put to the sword--by the laws of war, our lives are forfeited. It was foolish--it was madness, Mr Sullivan!"
"Faith, my dear fellow," replied Terence, not a little astonished that his proceedings should have been found fault with, "you may call it what you please; but no man shall ever convince Terence Sullivan that it"s either folly or madness to kill an enemy when you can."
At this moment they were joined by M"Gregor; and in the next instant the commanding officer of the troop--a very different man from Stubbs--entered the apartment, with his drawn sword in one hand, and a pistol in the other, and followed by about a dozen of his men; the remainder being drawn up in front of the house.
"Gentlemen," said the officer, on his entrance, "you perceive, I trust, that further resistance will be vain, and can only bring down destruction on your own heads."
"Not so fast, my good fellow--we perceive nothing of the kind,"
exclaimed Terence, forcibly releasing himself from the grip which Mr Cameron still held of him, and, in the next instant, preparing his rifle for another charge. "Just keep off a bit, and let us have fair play for our money. Shot about, my beautiful fellows. It"s all I ask, and no gentleman can refuse so reasonable a request."
"Terence, Terence!" exclaimed Mr Cameron, again laying his hand on the right arm of his hot-headed friend, "listen to me, I beseech you, as a special favour. I request of you, I beg of you, to desist."
"Well, well, my dear fellow," replied Terence, somewhat doggedly, and at the same time resting the b.u.t.t of his rifle on the floor, "do as you please, only it"s a cursed pity you wouldn"t allow a few shots to be exchanged between these gentlemen and me, if it were only for the respectability of your own house."
"Don"t you know, sir," here interposed the commanding officer of the party, addressing Terence, "that by the laws of war I could----"
"Och, no more of that blarney, if you please, my dear fellow,"
interrupted Terence, impatiently. "Mr Cameron has told me all about that already."
"If he has, then, sir," said the officer, haughtily, "you know the extent of the obligation you lie under to my clemency."
Terence was about to reply to this insinuation, and probably in no very measured terms, when he was stopped short by Mr Cameron, who dreaded that some immediate act of violence would result from the continuance of this irritating conversation.
"Mr Cameron," said the officer, now proceeding to the real purpose of his visit, "my business here is to make this gentleman"--and he bowed slightly to M"Gregor--"my prisoner, although this is not precisely the spot in which I expected to find him. I feel it to be a painful duty, sir," he said, now directly addressing Malcolm; "but it is unavoidable."
"I am aware of it, sir," replied the latter, "and am obliged by the consideration which induces you to say it is unpleasant to you. I have no doubt it is. I am ready to attend you, sir."
The officer bowed, and now turning to Terence, "You will please, also, sir, consider yourself as my prisoner. Your rashness and folly have placed you in a very precarious predicament. Serjeant," he added, addressing a non-commissioned officer, "remain here, keeping six men with you, with these gentlemen, till I return; and see that you guard against escape."
Saying this, he again bowed, and left the apartment. In a minute after he was mounted, and off with his troop, in pursuit of some object of a similar kind with that which had brought him to Duntruskin.
"This is a devil of a business, Mac," said Terence, when the officer had left the apartment; then sinking his voice, so as to be heard only by Malcolm--"but I think we three might clear the room of these fellows, if we set to it with right good-will. What say you to try? I"ll begin."
"Hush," said M"Gregor, under his breath--"madness, Terence, madness. We are fairly in for it, and must just abide the consequences. Our doom is sealed. In plain English, we must hang for it, Terence."
"Faith, and that we won"t, if we can help it, Mac; and we"ll try whether it can be helped or not," said Terence. "We"ll get the fellows drunk, if we can, and that will be always one step gained.--I say, serjeant," he added, now speaking out, and confronting the person he addressed, "I think you"re a countryman of my own."
"I don"t know, sir," replied the serjeant, in a brogue that at once showed Terence"s conjecture was right--"I am from Ireland."
"I thought so," rejoined the latter. "I saw potatoes and b.u.t.ter-milk written on your sweet countenance as plain as a pike-staff. Perhaps, now, you wouldn"t have any objection to take a small matter of refreshment yourself, nor to allow your men to partake of it, if our friend, Mr Cameron here, would be kind enough to offer it."
"No, certainly not, sir," replied the serjeant.
"Mr Cameron," continued Terence, and now turning to the person he named, "would ye be good enough to order a little whisky for the lads here; for we"ll have a long march of it by and by, and they"ll be the better of something to help them over the stones."
A large black bottle of the stimulative spoken of by Terence was instantly brought; when the latter, installing himself master of the ceremonies, seized it, and began to deal about its contents with unsparing liberality.
"Come now, my lads," he said, after having completed three rounds of the black-jack, "make yourselves as comfortable as a rat in a corn-chest.
Here"s the stuff," he continued, slapping the bottle, and commencing a fourth progress with it, "that"ll make ye forget the sins and sorrows of your wicked, lives. Won"t it now, serjeant?"
"Troth and it will, sir, I"ll be sworn," replied the latter, whose eyes were already twinkling in his head, and his articulation fast thickening into utter unintelligibility; "it"s as good for one as a sight of the quartermaster at pay-day."
"Right, serjeant, right," exclaimed Terence; "I see your education hasn"t been neglected. You have had some experience of the world, serjeant, and know some of its hardships."
"Faith, and it"s yourself, sir, may say that of a man who has been hundreds of times in the saddle thirteen days out of the fortnight; living in the air, as one may say, night and day, and never allowed to put his foot on the ground, no more than if it had been covered with china tea-cups."
"No joke, serjeant--by my faith, no joke," replied Terence; and again he made a round with the bottle, a proceeding which brought matters fairly to a crisis. The faces of the soldiers suddenly became as red as their coats; their eyes began to dance in their heads; and they were now all talking together at the tops of their voices, shouting out at intervals, "Long life and glory" to their entertainer. Nor was the serjeant himself in any better condition than his men; but his genius, under the influence of liquor, took a musical direction, and he began trolling sc.r.a.ps of songs; for, as his memory failed him in almost every instance in these attempts, he was compelled to make up by variety what he wanted in continuous matter. Thus favourably, then, were affairs going on for Terence"s design; and there was every appearance that the men would soon be in such a state as should render escape from them a matter of no very difficult accomplishment. But lo! just as the flow of mirth and good-fellowship had attained its height, another serjeant, detached with an additional half-dozen of men, from the troop that had visited the house in the morning, suddenly entered the apartment, with orders from the commanding officer, to the effect that the party which had been left with the prisoners should proceed immediately to Fort George with Sullivan, and that they themselves were to remain with M"Gregor till their officer came.
This, as will readily be believed, was by no means welcome intelligence, as it threatened to render the attempt to unfit the soldiers for their duty abortive, in so far as the object of doing so was concerned. This, indeed, it fully effected as regarded Malcolm"s escape, since he was to be left behind; while it rendered Terence"s much more precarious than if the debauch had been allowed to proceed.
Terence, however, did not feel that all chance of escape was yet lost.
He hoped that what he had not had time to effect at Duntruskin, he should be able to accomplish while they were on the march; and he resolved to watch with the utmost vigilance for such an opportunity as was necessary to success in his intended attempt.
In the meantime, preparations were made, in obedience to the order just received, for the march of Terence"s escort with their prisoner. An affecting parting now took place between M"Gregor and Sullivan, especially on the part of the former, who deemed it a last farewell--an opinion, however, in which he was by no means joined by his friend, who, with the natural buoyancy of his disposition, and cheerful and sanguine temper, entertained strong hopes of being able to give his guards the slip; and he bade Malcolm good-by with all the hilarity of manner and brightness of countenance which these hopes inspired.
The drunken troopers now staggered out of the apartment one after the other--their swords tripping them at every step, and several of them with their caps turned the wrong way--next came Terence, and lastly the serjeant, trolling, as he left the room--
"I"m bother"d with whisky, I"m bother"d with love; I"m bother"d with this, and I"m bother"d with that; I"m bother"d at home, and I"m bother"d abroad; And it"s all botheration together, says Pat."