On seeing him, they exclaimed, "The Lord Wallace is arrived--his bugles have sounded--our husbands are returned!" Murray followed their eager footsteps, and reached the edge of the rock just as the brave group were ascending.

A stranger was also there, who, from his extreme youth and elegance, he judged must be the young protector of his clansmen; but he forbore to address him until they should be presented to each other by Wallace himself.
It was indeed the same.

On hearing the first blast of the horn, the youthful chieftain had hastened from his bed of heath, and buckling on his brigandine, rushed to the rock; but at the sight of the noble figure which first gained the summit, the young hero fell back.

An indescribable awe checked his steps, and he stood at a distance, while Kirkpatrick welcomed the chief, and introduced Lord Andrew Murray.
Wallace received the latter with a glad smile; and taking him warmly by the hand, "Gallant Murray," said he, "with such assistance, I hope to reinstate your brave uncle in Bothwell Castle, and soon to cut a passage to even a mightier rescue! We must carry off Scotland from the tyrant's arms; or," added he, in a graver tone, "we shall only rivet her chains the closer." "I am but a poor auxiliary," returned Murray; "my troop is a scanty one, for it is my own gathering.

It is not my father's nor my uncle's strength, that I bring along with me.