"Probably a thousand men, but accounts differ widely."
"Then," said Claverhouse, "it is time for us to be up and be doing also—Bothwell, bid them sound to horse."
Bothwell, who, like the war-horse of scripture, snuffed the battle afar off, hastened to give orders to six negroes, in white dresses richly laced, and having massive silver collars and armlets. These sable functionaries acted as trumpeters, and speedily made the castle and the woods around it ring with their summons.
"Must you then leave us?" said Lady Margaret, her heart sinking under recollection of former unhappy times; "had ye no better send to learn the force of the rebels?—O, how many a fair face hae I heard these fearfu' sounds call away frae the Tower of Tillietudlem that my auld e'en were ne'er to see return to it!"
"It is impossible for me to stop," said Claverhouse; "there are rogues enough in this country to make the rebels five times
