The warning which I had already received seemed to intimate, that my own personal liberty might be endangered by an open appearance in Owen's behalf.

Owen entertained the same apprehension, and, in the exaggeration of his terror, assured me that a Scotchman, rather than run the risk of losing a farthing by an Englishman, would find law for arresting his wife, children, man-servant, maidservant, and stranger within his household.

The laws concerning debt, in most countries, are so unmercifully severe, that I could not altogether disbelieve his statement; and my arrest, in the present circumstances, would have been a _coup-de-grace_ to my father's affairs.
In this dilemma, I asked Owen if he had not thought of having recourse to my father's other correspondent in Glasgow, Mr.Nicol Jarvie?
"He had sent him a letter," he replied, "that morning; but if the smooth-tongued and civil house in the Gallowgate* had used him thus, what was to be expected from the cross-grained crab-stock in the Salt-Market?
* [A street in the old town of Glasgow.] You might as well ask a broker to give up his percentage, as expect a favour from him without the _per contra._ He had not even," Owen said, "answered his letter though it was put into his hand that morning as he went to church." And here the despairing man-of-figures threw himself down on his pallet, exclaiming,--"My poor dear master! My poor dear master! O Mr.Frank, Mr.Frank, this is all your obstinacy!--But God forgive me for saying so to you in your distress! It's God's disposing, and man must submit." My philosophy, Tresham, could not prevent my sharing in the honest creature's distress, and we mingled our tears,--the more bitter on my part, as the perverse opposition to my father's will, with which the kind-hearted Owen forbore to upbraid me, rose up to my conscience as the cause of all this affliction.
In the midst of our mingled sorrow, we were disturbed and surprised by a loud knocking at the outward door of the prison.

I ran to the top of the staircase to listen, but could only hear the voice of the turnkey, alternately in a high tone, answering to some person without, and in a whisper, addressed to the person who had guided me hither--"She's coming--she's coming," aloud; then in a low key, "O hon-a-ri! O hon-a-ri! what'll she do now ?--Gang up ta stair, and hide yourself ahint ta Sassenach shentleman's ped .-- She's coming as fast as she can .-- Ahellanay! it's my lord provosts, and ta pailies, and ta guard--and ta captain's coming toon stairs too--Got press her! gang up or he meets her .-- She's coming--she's coming--ta lock's sair roosted." While Dougal, unwillingly, and with as much delay as possible, undid the various fastenings to give admittance to those without, whose impatience became clamorous, my guide ascended the winding stair, and sprang into Owen's apartment, into which I followed him.

He cast his eyes hastily round, as if looking for a place of concealment; then said to me, "Lend me your pistols--yet it's no matter, I can do without them--Whatever you see, take no heed, and do not mix your hand in another man's feud--This gear's mine, and I must manage it as I dow; but I have been as hard bested, and worse, than I am even now." As the stranger spoke these words, he stripped from his person the cumbrous upper coat in which he was wrapt, confronted the door of the apartment, on which he fixed a keen and determined glance, drawing his person a little back to concentrate his force, like a fine horse brought up to the leaping-bar.