Second, did summon all the farmers and villagers in the vicinity, who were still his subjects, and filled the castle was in him a true army.

Then finally, like John de Montfort, when presented at one time his son to the noble Britons, took his eldest son in his arms,-that child who was only three years, and serving the faithful Scots who had come to his appeal, he made them swear to defend and watch over him.

And these honest mountaineers swore with enthusiasm.

What danger threatened terrible and mysterious as the one child who would one day be part of the House of Lords?

I knew one man perhaps, and also knew the secret of Lady Pembleton.

This man was a young Scotsman, named Tom, brother to Lady Pembleton, which was also young and beautiful, and was not even twenty-four years the day he was widowed.

Thus, from the first day of arrival at the Castle, Tom was installed in the room where the child slept, and spent the night sitting in an armchair, having at hand his rifle hunter.

The same thing occurred the next night and the others that followed.