French spirits rode on high, French intentions widened.
The Stewart interest felt the blood bound in its veins.

The bulk of the British army was on the Continent and shaken by Fontenoy; King George himself tarried in Hanover.

Now was the time--now was the time for the heir of all the Stewarts to put his fortune to the touch--to sail from France, to land in Scotland, to raise his banner and draw his sword and gather Highland chief and Lowland Jacobite, the while in England rose for him and his father English Jacobites and soon, be sure, all English Tories! France would send gold and artillery and men to her ancient ally, Scotland.

Up at last with the white Stewart banner! reconquer for the old line and all it meant to its adherents the two kingdoms! In the last week of July Prince Charles Edward, somewhat strangely and meagerly attended, landed at Loch Sunart in the Highlands.

There he was joined by Camerons, Macdonalds, and Stewarts, and thence he moved, with an ever-increasing Highland _tail_, to Perth.