Is it not so ?" added he, turning to Kirkpatrick and Scrymgeour.
"All as you will," replied they in one voice.

"Yes," added Kirkpatrick; "you were the first to rise for Scotland, and who but you has a right to command for her ?" Ireland threw open the door which led into the hall, and there, on the ground, on pallets of straw, lay most of the wounded Southrons.

Some of their dimmed eyes had discerned their preserver, when he discovered them expiring on the rock; and on sight of him now, they uttered such a piercing cry of gratitude, that, surprised, he stood for a moment.

In that moment, five or six of the poor wounded wretches crawled to his feet.

"Our friend! our preserver!" burst from their lips, as they kissed the edge of his plaid.
"Not to me, not to me!" exclaimed Wallace.