"
"On my faith, then," said Bucklaw, "I had best go off just now, and
leave my horse for him. Stay--stay, he comes: I hear a horse's feet."
"Are you sure there is only one?" said Craigengelt. "I fear there is a
chase; I think I hear three or four galloping together. I am sure I hear
more horses than one."
"Pooh, pooh, it is the wench of the house clattering to the well in her
pattens. By my faith, Captain, you should give up both your captainship
and your secret service, for you are as easily scared as a wild goose.
But here comes the Master alone, and looking as gloomy as a night in
November."
The Master of Ravenswood entered the room accordingly, his cloak muffled
around him, his arms folded, his looks stern, and at the same time
dejected. He flung his cloak from him as he entered, threw himself upon
a chair, and appeared sunk in a profound reverie.
"What has happened? What have you done?" was hastily demanded by
Craigengelt and Bucklaw in the same moment.
"Nothing!" was the short and sullen answer.
"Nothing! and left us, determined to call the old villain to account
for all the injuries that you, we, and the country have received at his
hand? Have you seen him?" "I have," replied the Master of Ravenswood.
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