He will fight by his champion, and turn me over to my fellow craftsman the hammerer, when all I can reap will be the pleasure of knocking a Highland bullock on the head.

If I could but see Simon Glover! I will to the other church in quest of him, since for sure he must have come down from the Highlands." The congregation was moving from the church of the Dominicans when the smith formed this determination, which he endeavoured to carry into speedy execution, by thrusting through the crowd as hastily as the solemnity of the place and occasion would permit.

In making his way through the press, he was at one instant carried so close to Eachin that their eyes encountered.

The smith's hardy and embrowned countenance coloured up like the heated iron on which he wrought, and retained its dark red hue for several minutes.

Eachin's features glowed with a brighter blush of indignation, and a glance of fiery hatred was shot from his eyes.