From fifty cottages the half naked peasantry fled under cover of the night to the recesses of their pathless glen.

Even the sons of Mac Ian, who had been especially marked out for destruction, contrived to escape.

They were roused from sleep by faithful servants.

John, who, by the death of his father, had become the patriarch of the tribe, quitted his dwelling just as twenty soldiers with fixed bayonets marched up to it.

It was broad day long before Hamilton arrived.