The gallant Wallace-" At that name, so mentioned, the heart of Helen grew cold.
"What of him ?" exclaimed Murray.
"No personal harm yet happened to Sir William Wallace," replied Grimsby; "but at the same moment in which De Valence gave orders for his troops to march on Bothwell, he sent others to intercept that persecuted knight's escape from the Cartlane Craigs." "That accursed sealed packet," cried Murray, "has been the traitor! Some villian in Bothwell Castle must have written it.

Whence else could have come the double information?
And if so," added he, with tremendous emphasis, "may the blast of slavery ever pursue him and his posterity!" Helen shuddered, as the amen to this frightful malediction was echoed by the voices of Halbert and the soldier.

The latter continued: "When I informed Lord Mar of these measures against Wallace, he expressed a hope that your first detachment to his assistance might, with yourself, perhaps, at its head, elude their vigilance, and join his friend.

This discourse reminded him of the iron box.

'It is in that closet,' said his lordship, pointing to an opposite door; you will find it beneath the little altar, before which I pay my daily duties to the allwise Dispenser of the fates of men; else where would be my confidence now?
Take it thence, and buckle it to your side." "I obeyed, and he then proceeded: 'There are two passages in this house which lead to the sanctuary.