I come with the Lord Andrew Murray of Bothwell, to the support of our commander, Sir William Wallace." At these words, Stephen placed his bugle to his mouth, and in a few minutes the rock was covered with the members of its little garrison.
Women and children appeared, shouting with joy; and the men, descending the side near the glen, hastened to bid their comrade welcome.

One advanced toward Murray, whom he instantly recognized to be Sir Roger Kirkpatrick of Torthorald.

The chiefs saluted each other; and Lord Andrew pointed to his men: "I have brought," said he, "these few brave fellows to the aid of Sir William Wallace.

They should have been more, but for new events of Southron outrage.

Yet I am impatient to lead them to the presence of my uncle's preserver." Kirkpatrick's answer disappointed the eager spirit of the young warrior: "I am sorry, brave Murray, that you have no better knight to receive you than myself.