I could see my friend from where I stood stalk round the place, now deserted of friend and foe, shouting and calling like a man possessed.

Perhaps the murderer had taken off the body as a trophy; or perhaps--perhaps Alexander yet lived, and was safe.
But sign of him there was none.

For a weary hour Ludar called and searched; then, weary and sick at heart, I saw him call his men, and march off in pursuit of the enemy.
Thus all that day we stood and waited in Dunluce, and not a man spoke to his fellow.

For the joy of our victory was turned into mourning.

The Clan had lost one hero; and who should say whether the Banshee's warning was not to be fulfilled on another?
The only man who kept up heart was the Englishman.
"These McDonnells," said he, "have the lives of cats.