As they came to the gateway, the General bade Kate pull up and read the scroll above, which ran in clear-cut letters-- TRY AND THEN TRVST BETTER GVDE ASSVRANCE BOT TRUST NOT OR YE TRY FOR FEAR OF REPENTANCE.
"We 've been a slow dour race, Kit, who never gave our heart lightly, but having given it, never played the traitor.

Fortune has not favoured us, for acre after acre has gone from our hands, but, thank God, we 've never had dishonour." "And never will, dad, for we are the last of the race." Janet Macpherson was waiting in the deep doorway of the tower, and gave Kate welcome as one whose ancestors had for four generations served the Carnegies, since the day Black John had married a Macpherson.
[Illustration: Janet Macpherson was waiting in the deep doorway.] "Calf of my heart," she cried, and took Kate in her arms.

"It is your foster-mother that will be glad to see you in the home of your people, and will be praying that God will give you peace and good days." Then they went up the winding stone stair, with deep, narrow windows, and came into the dining-hall where the fifty Jacobites toasted the king and many a gathering had taken place in the olden time.

It was thirty-five feet long by fifteen broad, and twenty-two feet high.

The floor was of flags over arches below, and the bare stone walls showed at the windows and above the black oak panelling which reached ten feet from the ground.