His brother, who alone had escaped unhurt, called to Serjeant Barbour, who commanded the slayers, and asked as a favour to be allowed to die in the open air.

"Well," said the Serjeant, "I will do you that favour for the sake of your meat which I have eaten." The mountaineer, bold, athletic, and favoured by the darkness, came forth, rushed on the soldiers who were about to level their pieces at him, flung his plaid over their faces, and was gone in a moment.
Meanwhile Lindsay had knocked at the door of the old Chief and had asked for admission in friendly language.

The door was opened.

Mac Ian, while putting on his clothes and calling to his servants to bring some refreshment for his visitors, was shot through the head.

Two of his attendants were slain with him.