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The investigation revealed the fact, that Thomas Weir, who had joined them with 140 horsemen, had been a dragoon in Dalziel's ranks at Rullion Green, where the Covenanters were defeated. A committee was appointed to wait on Weir and investigate his case. They were roughly received. He gave no satisfaction for having been on the enemy's side on the former occasion.
With all the rest of the world Fortune Williams was an independent, energetic woman, self-contained, brave, and strong, as a solitary governess had need to be; but beside Robert Roy she felt like a child, and she cried for him like a child, "And with no language but a cry." So the week ended and Sunday came, kept at Mrs. Dalziel's like the Scotch Sundays of twenty years ago.
The dead might have been greater, but for the compassion of the gentlemen, who had respect to the cause which had provoked us to arms, and who, instead of doing as Dalziel's men did, without remorse or pity, cried to the fugitives to flee, and spared many in consideration of the common wrongs.
In another minute Fortune found herself standing beside the laurel bush, alone, listening to the sound of Mr. Roy's footsteps down the road listening, listening, as if, with the exceeding tension, her brain would burst. The carriage came, passed by; it was not Mrs. Dalziel's after all.
A comparison, we fear, would put us to great disadvantage, perhaps to shame. What cruelties practiced on the Covenanters on Rullion Green field? Describe the wounded Covenanter seeking shelter. What horrors followed the battle? What atrocities committed by Gen. Dalziel's troops? What three men were in great part responsible for the cruelties? Describe the sufferings of John Neilson.
The result was, indeed, not all that had been anticipated at Edinburgh. The Council had naturally enough expected that the descent of these plaided barbarians would be the signal for a general insurrection, which would relieve them of their troubles as certainly and much more conveniently than Dalziel's dragoons and Perth's thumbkins.
El Paso was one of the most deliciously exciting places in America just then, and there were many things which I wanted far more to see than Tony Dalziel's tent. There was new Fort Bliss, the cavalry post, and old Fort Bliss, famous, they told me, as long ago as the days of Indian warfare.
There is something engraved on one side, something that looks like birds on a twig, yes, three little birds; and see the lovely cairngorm set in the end! Oh, it has words cut in it: 'To Jean: From Hynde Horn' Goodness me! I've opened Miss Dalziel's package!" Francesca made a sudden swooping motion, and caught box, cover, and contents in her arms. "It is mine! I know it is mine!" she cried.
The gentle slope extended down to the spot where Dalziel's war-horse was pawing the ground. The sun was sinking behind the hills. The day was cold and the country was covered with sleet. Dalziel ordered an attack by his cavalry. The horsemen formed, each with blade in hand, and moved rapidly up the rising ground. Colonel Wallace immediately placed his mounted men in readiness to receive them.
So saying, I stretched out my arm to display the garment, and Eagle saw what it was. "Khaki uniform!" he exclaimed. "From the U. S. A. By Jove! Is it Tony Dalziel's?" "Indeed it is not," I returned. "I'm here to tell you about it. Oh, Eagle, what should I have done if you hadn't come home?" "You oughtn't to be here, dear Peggy," he said.
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