Dalgetty, with great
composure. "I never saw them mustered yet,
or even under arms."
"And how many men of the clans may be expected?" demanded
Murdoch.
"As many as they can make," replied the Captain.
"You are answering from the purpose, sir," said Murdoch "speak
plainly, will there be five thousand men?"
"There and thereabouts," answered Dalgetty.
"You are playing with your life, sir, if you
trifle with me,"
replied the catechist; "one
whistle of mine, and in less than ten
minutes your head hangs on the drawbridge."
"But to speak candidly, Mr. Murdoch," replied the Captain "do you
think it is a
reasonable thing to ask me after the secrets of our
army, and I engaged to serve for the whole
campaign? If I taught
you how to defeat Montrose, what becomes of my pay, arrears, and
chance of booty?"
"I tell you," said Campbell, "that if you be
stubborn, your
campaign shall begin and end in a march to the block at the
castle-gate, which stands ready for such land-laufers; but if you
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faithfully, I will receive you into my--into
the service of M'Callum More."
"Does the service afford good pay?" said Captain Dalgetty.
"He will double yours, if you will return to Montrose and act
under his direction."
"I wish I had seen you, sir, before
taking on with him," said
Dalgetty, appearing to meditate.
"On the
contrary, I can afford you more
advantageous terms now,"
said the Campbell; "always supposing that you are
faithful."
"Faithful, that is, to you, and a
traitor to Montrose," answered
the Captain.
"Faithful to the cause of religion and good order," answered
Murdoch, "which sanctifies any
deception you may employ to serve
it."
"And the Marquis of Argyle--should I
incline to enter his
service, is he a kind master?" demanded Dalgetty.
"Never man kinder," quoth Campbell.
"And bountiful to his officers?" pursued the Captain.
"The most open hand in Scotland," replied Murdoch.
"True and
faithful to his engagements?" continued Dalgetty.
"As
honourable a
nobleman as breathes," said the clansman.
"I never heard so much good of him before," said Dalgetty; "you
must know the Marquis well,--or rather you must be the Marquis
himself!--Lord of Argyle," he added, throwing himself suddenly on
the disguised
nobleman, "I
arrest you in the name of King
Charles, as a
traitor. If you
venture to call for
assistance, I
will
wrench round your neck."
The attack which Dalgetty made upon Argyle's person was so sudden
and
unexpected, that he easily prostrated him on the floor of the
dungeon, and held him down with one hand, while his right,
grasping the Marquis's
throat, was ready to strangle him on the
slightest attempt to call for
assistance.
"Lord of Argyle," he said, "it is now my turn to lay down the
terms of capitulation. If you list to show me the private way by
which you entered the
dungeon, you shall escape, on condition of
being my LOCUM TENENS, as we said at the Mareschal-College, until
your warder visits his prisoners. But if not, I will first
strangle you--I
learned the art from a Polonian heyduck, who had
been a slave in the Ottoman seraglio--and then seek out a mode of
retreat."
"Villain! you would not murder me for my kindness," murmured
Argyle.
"Not for your kindness, my lord," replied Dalgetty: "but first,
to teach your
lordship the JUS GENTIUM towards cavaliers who come
to you under safe-conduct; and
secondly, to warn you of the
danger of proposing dis
honourable terms to any
worthy soldado, in
order to tempt him to become false to his standard during the
term of his service."
"Spare my life," said Argyle, "and I will do as you require."
Dalgetty maintained his gripe upon the Marquis's
throat,
compressing it a little while he asked questions, and relaxing it
so far as to give him the power of answering them.
"Where is the secret door into the
dungeon?" he demanded.
"Hold up the
lantern to the corner on your right hand, you will
discern the iron which covers the spring," replied the Marquis.
"So far so good.--Where does the passage lead to?"