looking sternly over her shoulder; "is this a time or place for you to speak, think ye?"
"But, my good friend," said Bertram, "I have no doubt in your good faith, or kindness, which I have experienced; but you should have some confidence in me—I wish to know where you are leading me."
"There's but ae answer to that, Henry Bertram.—I swore my tongue should never tell, but I never said my finger should never shew. Go on and meet your fortune, or turn back and lose it—that's a' I hae to say."
"Go on then," answered Bertram, "I will ask no more questions."
They descended into the glen about the same place where Meg had formerly parted from Bertram. She paused an instant beneath the tall rock where he had witnessed the burial of a dead body, and stamped upon the ground, which, notwithstanding all the care that had been taken,
