"Pardon me, my dear Inverawe, for a deception which was so well intended," said the Colonel, much agitated. "It is indeed Ticonderoga as you say, but--but--believe me,--that which now disturbs you was only some phantom of your brain, arising from loss of blood and weakness. Cheer up!--Come, man!--Come!--Inverawe!--Merciful Heaven, he is gone!" END OF VOLUME THIRD. NOTES [1] A Scottish farmer's house and offices. [2] Plaid. [3] Remove. [4] Ancestors. [5] Innermost.