CHAPTER XV.
I GATHER THE CLANS.
I was at the Governor's house next day before he had breakfasted.

He greeted me laughingly.
"Has the champion come to cry forfeit ?" he asked.

"It is a long, sore road to the hills, Mr.Garvald." "I've come to make confession," I said, and I plunged into my story of the work of the last months.
He heard me with lowering brows, "Who the devil made you Governor of this dominion, sir?
You have been levying troops without His Majesty's permission.

Your offence is no less than high treason.

I've a pretty mind to send you to the guard-house." "I implore you to hear me patiently," I cried.