The rescued man, joyfully recognizing the voice of Wallace, exclaimed, "It is my lord! It is Sir William Wallace that has saved my life a second time!" "Who are you ?" asked Wallace; "that helmet can cover no friend of mine." "I am your servant Dugald," returned the man; "he whom your brave arm saved from the battle-ax of Arthur Heselrigge." "I cannot ask you how you came by that armor; but if you be yet a Scot throw it off and follow me." "Not to Ellerslie, my lord," cried he; "it has been plundered and burned to the ground by the Governor of Lanark." "Then," exclaimed Wallace, striking his breast, "are the remains of my beloved Marion forever ravished from my eyes?
Insatiate monster!" "He is Scotland's curse," cried the veteran of Largs.

"Forward, my lord, in mercy to your country's groans!" Wallace had now mounted the craig which overlooked Ellerslie.

His once happy home had disappeared, and all beneath lay a heap of smoking ashes.

He hastened from the sight, and directing the point of his sword with a forceful action toward Lanark, re-echoed with supernatural strength, "Forward!" With the rapidity of lightning his little host flew over the hills, reached the cliffs which divided them from the town, and leaped down before the outward trench of the castle of Lanark.

In a moment Wallace sprung so feeble a barrier; and with a shout of death, in which the tremendous slogan of his men now joined, he rushed upon the guard that held the northern gate.
Here slept the governor.