Then Sholto, desperate of success with his master, approached David, and with gentle force would have compelled him to the window.

But, at the first touch of his hand, the boy thrust him away, striking him fiercely upon the shoulder.
"Hands off!" he cried, "I also am a Douglas and no craven.

I will abide by my brother to the end." "No, my David," said the Earl, turning for a moment from the door where he had been again listening, "you shall not stay! You are the hope of our house.

My mother would fret to death if aught happened to you.

This is not a matter which concerns you.