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Lord Reay's regiment was in front, and Munro, leading it on, advanced against the solid Imperialist columns, pouring heavy volleys into them. When close at hand the pikemen passed through the intervals of the musketeers and charged furiously with levelled pikes, the musketeers following them with clubbed weapons.
"It would it should!" declared Reay "And I'd tell the people the truth of things, I'd expose every financial fraud I could find " "And you'd live in the law-courts, I fear!" said Mr. Bunce, gravely shaking his head "We may be perfectly certain, I think may we not, David? that the law-courts would be Mr. Reay's permanent address?"
He was suffering physical anguish at the moment the old sharp pain at his heart to which he had become more or less wearily accustomed, had dizzied his senses for a space, but as the spasm passed he took Reay's hand and pressed it gently. "'If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned! That's true!
Her crandfather wass with his uncle in ta pattle of Killiecrankie after Tundee a creat man, my laty, and he died there; and so tid her cranduncle, for a fillain of a Mackay, from Lord Reay's cursed country where they aalways wass repels, my laty chust as her uncle was pe cutting town ta wicket Cheneral Mackay, turned him round, without gifing no warnings, and killed ta poor man at won plow."
A tall, athletic figure came between him and the light, and Angus Reay's voice addressed him "Hullo, David! A merry Christmas to you! Do you know you are standing out in the cold? What would Miss Mary say?" "Miss Mary" was the compromise Angus hit upon between "Miss Deane" and "Mary," considering the first term too formal, and the last too familiar. Helmsley smiled.
The situation was a little difficult, for he had to be careful not to say too much. "Well, I mean," he said, at last "She is not a lady." Reay's eyes flashed sudden indignation. "Not a lady!" he ejaculated "Good God! Who is a lady then?" Helmsley glanced at him covertly. How fine the man looked, with his tall, upright figure, strong, thoughtful face, and air of absolute determination!
An expressive glance flashed from Reay's eyes, a glance which Helmsley caught and understood in all its eloquent meaning. "We had quite a touching little sermon this morning," she went on, untying her bonnet strings, and taking off that unassuming head-gear "It was just a homely simple, kind talk.
"But he had another name a surname which perhaps you may, or may not have heard. That name was Helmsley " She sprang up with a cry, remembering Angus Reay's story about his first love, Lucy Sorrel, and her millionaire. "Helmsley! Not David Helmsley!" "Yes, David Helmsley!
Not so much as the faintest flicker of emotion crossed it at the mention of the name of the woman he knew so well, the surprise he felt inwardly was not apparent outwardly, and he heard the remainder of Reay's narration with the most perfectly controlled imperturbability of demeanour.
I would kill myself now, but that I would fain avenge my wife and child on some of these murderers of Tilly's before I die." Malcolm felt that the case was far beyond any attempt at consolation. "If you come to the Swedish army ask for Ensign Malcolm Graheme of Reay's Scottish regiment, and I will take you to one of the German corps, where you will understand the language of your comrades."
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