That's what I think.' 'He's a coward, Grip, a coward!' cried Barnaby, putting the raven on the ground, and shouldering his staff.

'Let them come! Gordon for ever! Let them come!' 'Ay!' said Lord George, 'let them! Let us see who will venture to attack a power like ours; the solemn league of a whole people.

THIS a madman! You have said well, very well.

I am proud to be the leader of such men as you.' Barnaby's heart swelled within his bosom as he heard these words.

He took Lord George's hand and carried it to his lips; patted his horse's crest, as if the affection and admiration he had conceived for the man extended to the animal he rode; then unfurling his flag, and proudly waving it, resumed his pacing up and down.
Lord George, with a kindling eye and glowing cheek, took off his hat, and flourishing it above his head, bade him exultingly Farewell!--then cantered off at a brisk pace; after glancing angrily round to see that his servant followed.