CHAPTER XX.
A triumphant Stewart went back to Holyrood, an exultant army, calling itself, now with some good show of bearing it through, the "royal" army, carried into Edinburgh its confident step and sanguine hue.
Victory was with the old line, the magnificent attempt! The erstwhile doubting throng began, stage by stage, to mount toward enthusiasm.

It was the quicker done that Charles Edward, or his wisest advisers, put forth a series of judicious civic and public measures.

And, now that Cope had fled, King George had in Scotland no regular troops.

Every day there came open accessions to the Prince's strength.

The old Stewarts up again became a magnet, drawing more and more the filings.
The Prince had presently between five and six thousand troops.