So set to work at once; search every room, cupboard, and shed.
There may be foul play; though we see no men about, some may be in hiding." Malcolm heard the sound of footsteps, and the crashing of planks as the men searched the cottages, wrenched off the doors of cupboards, and ransacked the whole place.

Gradually the sound ceased, and everything became quiet.

Presently he heard the sound of drums, and knew that the regiment which formed the rear guard was passing.
It was bitterness indeed to know that his friends were within sound of a call for aid, and that he was bound and helpless.

The halting place for the night was, he knew, but a mile or two in advance, and his only hope was that some band of plunderers might in the night visit the village; but even then his chances of being discovered were small indeed, for even should they sack and burn it he would pass unnoticed lying hidden in the straw yard.

His captors were no doubt aware of the possibility of such a visit, for it was not until broad daylight, when the army would again be on its forward march, that they uncovered him.
Brave as Malcolm was he could scarce repress a shudder as he looked at the band of women who surrounded him.