"Ay, and for others besides, it seems," answered Bucklaw; "otherways how came you to venture hither, noble Captain?"
"Who—I?—I am as free as the wind at Martinmas, that pays neither land-rent nor annual; all is explained—all settled with the honest old drivellers yonder of Auld Reekie—Pooh! pooh! they dared not keep me a week of days in durance. A certain person has better friends among them than you wot of, and can serve a friend when it is least likely."
"Pshaw!" answered Hayston, who perfectly knew and thoroughly despised the character of this man, "none of your cogging gibberish—tell me truly, are you at liberty and in safety?"
"Free and safe as a whig baillie on the causeway of his own borough, or a canting presbyterian minister in his own pulpit—and I came to tell you that you need not remain in hiding any longer."
"Then I suppose you call yourself my friend, Captain Craigengelt?" said Bucklaw.
"Friend!" replied Craigengelt, "my
