"I tell you that I am an English gentleman traveling here on my own private business, and it were foul wrong for me to be seized and punished upon the suspicion of such a one as that man there;" and he pointed contemptuously to the preacher.
"You will be brought up again in two days," the earl said, "and if by that time you have not made up your mind to confess all, it will go hard with you.

Think not that the life of a varlet like you will weigh for one moment in the scale with the safety of the nation, or that any regard for what you may consider in England the usages of war will prevail here." He waved his hand, and Harry was conducted back to jail, feeling far more uneasy than he had done, for he knew that in Scotland very different manners prevailed to those which characterized the English.

In England, throughout the war, no unnecessary bloodshed took place, and up to that time the only persons executed in cold blood had been the two gentlemen convicted of endeavoring to corrupt the Parliament in favor of the king.

But in Scotland, where civil broils were constant, blood was ever shed recklessly on both sides; houses were given to the flames; men, women, and children slaughtered; lands laid waste; and all the atrocities which civil war, heightened by religious bigotry, could suggest, perpetrated.
Late that evening, the door of the prison opened, and a preacher was shown into the room.
"I have come," he said in a nasal tone, "misguided young man, to pray you to consider the wickedness of your ways.

It is written that the ungodly shall perish, and I would fain lead you from the errors of your way before it is too late." Harry had started as the speaker began; but he remained immovable until the jailer closed the door.
"Jacob," he exclaimed, "how mad, how imprudent of you! I ordered you specially, if I was arrested, to pay no heed, but to make your way north." "I know that you did," Jacob said.