Mr.Stewart belongs to me to-night--bound by an oath that 'twould damn his soul to break, to help me when and where I may call upon him; and I call upon him now.

Kenneth, draw your sword." Kenneth groaned as he stood by, clasping and unclasping his hands.
"God's curse on you," he burst out.

"You have tricked me, you have cheated me." "Bear your oath in mind," was the cold answer.

"If you deem yourself wronged by me, hereafter you shall have what satisfaction you demand.
But first fulfil me what you have sworn.

Out with your blade, man." Still Kenneth hesitated, and but for Gregory's rash action at that critical juncture, it is possible that he would have elected to break his plighted word.