In all places, at all hours, whether he waked or slept, Glencoe was for ever before him.

[240] But, whatever apprehensions might disturb Breadalbane, whatever spectres might haunt Glenlyon, the Master of Stair had neither fear nor remorse.
He was indeed mortified; but he was mortified only by the blunders of Hamilton and by the escape of so many of the damnable breed.

"Do right, and fear nobody;" such is the language of his letters.

"Can there be a more sacred duty than to rid the country of thieving?
The only thing that I regret is that any got away." [241] On the sixth of March, William, entirely ignorant, in all probability, of the details of the crime which has cast a dark shade over his glory, had set out for the Continent, leaving the Queen his viceregent in England.

[242] He would perhaps have postponed his departure if he had been aware that the French Government had, during some time, been making great preparations for a descent on our island.