"The same," answered Sir Duncan,—"what would you with one whose hours are now numbered?"
"My hours are reduced to minutes," said the outlaw; "the more grace, if I bestow them in the service of one, whose hand has ever been against me, as mine has been raised higher against him."
"Thine higher against me!—Crushed worm!" said the knight, looking down on his miserable adversary.
"Yes," answered the outlaw, in a firm voice, "my arm hath been highest; the wounds I have dealt have been deepest, though thine have neither been idle nor unfelt.—I am Ranald MacEagh—I am Ranald of the Mist—the night that I gave thy castle to the winds in one huge blaze of fire, is now matched with the day in which you have fallen under the sword of my fathers.—Remember the injuries thou hast done our tribe—never were such inflicted, save by one, beside thee. He, they say, is
