Hadst thou ever an enemy against whom weapons were of no avail--whom the ball missed, and against whom the arrow shivered, and whose bare skin was as impenetrable to sword and dirk as thy steel garment--Heardst thou ever of such a foe ?" "Very frequently, when I served in Germany," replied Sir Dugald.

"There was such a fellow at Ingolstadt; he was proof both against lead and steel.

The soldiers killed him with the buts of their muskets." "This impassible foe," said Ranald, without regarding the Major's interruption, "who has the blood dearest to me upon his hands--to this man I have now bequeathed agony of mind, jealousy, despair, and sudden death,--or a life more miserable than death itself.

Such shall be the lot of Allan of the Red-hand, when he learns that Annot weds Menteith and I ask no more than the certainty that it is so, to sweeten my own bloody end by his hand." "If that be the case," said the Major, "there's no more to be said; but I shall take care as few people see you as possible, for I cannot think your mode of departure can be at all creditable or exemplary to a Christian army." So saying, he left the apartment, and the Son of the Mist soon after breathed his last.
Menteith, in the meanwhile, leaving the new-found relations to their mutual feelings of mingled emotion, was eagerly discussing with Montrose the consequences of this discovery.

"I should now see," said the Marquis, "even had I not before observed it, that your interest in this discovery, my dear Menteith, has no small reference to your own happiness.