His face was gray and twisted, his voice, when he spoke, hollow, low, and dry.

"I must go now to Lord George Murray....

It was all news, Mr.Wotherspoon.

I--What are words, anyhow?
Give you good day, sir!" Mr.Wotherspoon, standing in his door, watched him down the stair and forth from the house.

"He goes brawly! How much is night, and how much streak of dawn ?" * * * * * Sir John Cope, King George's general in Scotland, had but a small army.