He was roused from his trance by the grasp of the mendicant.

"Why stand you gazing on your deed ?--What's doomed is doomed--what's done is past recalling.

But awa, awa, if ye wad save your young blood from a shamefu' death--I see the men out by yonder that are come ower late to part ye--but, out and alack! sune eneugh, and ower sune, to drag ye to prison." "He is right--he is right," exclaimed Taffril; "you must not attempt to get on the high-road--get into the wood till night.

My brig will be under sail by that time, and at three in the morning, when the tide will serve, I shall have the boat waiting for you at the Mussel-crag.
Away-away, for Heaven's sake!" "O yes! fly, fly!" repeated the wounded man, his words faltering with convulsive sobs.
"Come with me," said the mendicant, almost dragging him off; "the Captain's plan is the best--I'll carry ye to a place where ye might be concealed in the meantime, were they to seek ye 'wi' sleuth-hounds." "Go, go," again urged Lieutenant Taffril--"to stay here is mere madness." "It was worse madness to have come hither," said Lovel, pressing his hand--"But farewell!" And he followed Ochiltree into the recesses of the wood..