"Now, there goes a man," said he, "who would have been a right honest fellow had he not been a Presbyterian.

But there is no heartiness about them--they can never forgive a fair fall upon the sod--they bear malice, and that I hate as I do a black cloak, or a Geneva skull-cap, and a pair of long ears rising on each side on't, like two chimneys at the gable ends of a thatched cottage.

They are as sly as the devil to boot; and, therefore, Lance Outram, take two with you, and keep after them, that they may not turn our flank, and get on the track of the Countess again after all." "I had as soon they should course my lady's white tame doe," answered Lance, in the spirit of his calling.

He proceeded to execute his master's orders by dogging Major Bridgenorth at a distance, and observing his course from such heights as commanded the country.

But it was soon evident that no manoeuvre was intended, and that the Major was taking the direct road homeward.