"You are pursued-" While he spoke he felt insensible at Wallace's feet.

It was Dugald whom he had rescued from the blow of Heselrigge, and who, from the state of his wound had been thus long in reaching Ellerslie.
Wallace had hardly time to give him to the care of Halbert, when the voice of war assailed his ears.

The tumult of men demanding admittance and the terrible sound of spears rattling against the shields of their owners, told the astonished group within that the house was beset by armed foes.
"Blood for blood!" cried a horrid voice, which penetrated the almost palsied senses of Lady Marion.

"Vengence on Wallace, for the murder of Heselrigge!" "Fly, fly!" cried she, looking wildly at her husband.
"Whither ?" answered he, supporting her in his arms.

"Would this be a moment to leave you, and our wounded guest?
I must meet them." "Not now!" cried Lord Mar.