The light of the torches striking upon the polished rivets, displayed it to all lookers on, but no remark was made.

Wallace, not observing what was done, again shook hands with Monteith, and calling his servants about him, galloped away.

A murmur was heard, as if of some intention to follow him; but deeming it prudent to leave the open and direct road, because of the English marauders who swarmed there, he was presently lost amid the thick shades of Clydesdale..