White Bull, gave to a gentleman among the Rebels, who asked if they might have mercy.’――‘That, Sir, I cannot assure you of,’ replied the Colonel, ‘but I know the King to be a very merciful Prince;’ and then he demanded of all the noblemen and gentlemen ‘to give their Parole of Honours to perform what they on their part promised.’ [Sidenote: _A PRISONER AT BAY._] When Lord Wintoun asked Wills if he had not attacked the town without summoning it, thus _compelling_ it to resist, Wills readily answered that such was the case, but then, while he was viewing the place, the rebels shot two of his dragoons, and the attack was made in consequence. Colonels Cotton and Churchill, with Brigadier Munden, confirmed the testimony of their commanders by whom they had been sent into the town to treat with the insurgents. Wintoun asked Cotton if some of the rebel soldiers had not been shot, after the capitulation. The Colonel, answering as readily as Wills, said, ‘Yes, certainly; because they were trying to escape, contrary to the letter and spirit of the terms of surrender.’ That was partly the reason why, as Brigadier Munden said, when the leaders of the rebel force were taken to the English camp, ‘Mr. Wills received them with the utmost detestation and contempt.’ When the Lord High Steward called on Wintoun for his defence, the earl made the whole audience smile, by his cool demand for a month in which to prepare it. He had never seen his counsel, he said, but once. He knew nothing of law. His witnesses were on their road, delayed by the bad weather which made travelling difficult. ‘They will be of no use to me,’ he said, ‘if they arrive after I am dead!’ Up to this time, his counsel had not opened their mouths, and lest they should do so now, the Attorney-General and Mr. Cowper started to their feet and made speeches against any delay in a trial which had once commenced. ◆[Sidenote: _INCIDENTS OF THE TRIAL._]◆ Cowper was particularly bitter――he who afterwards needed judicial indulgence, and was so near being hanged himself! The public looked on from the galleries like spectators gazing into the arena where a deadly struggle for life was going on. When, at the close of the day, the Peers refused to allow Wintoun further time, as being contrary to custom after a man was once on trial, the earl remarked: ‘I think it very hard and great injustice that I should be tied down to a foolish form, when I am in danger of my life!’ He curtly bowed, walked out between his two over-officious friends, the Lieutenant and the Gentleman with the axe, and was shortly after conveyed in a carriage to the Tower. The mob did not know how it had gone with him. They were silent. In the coffee-houses, the earl’s sayings and doings of the day gave additional liveliness to those not usually dull localities. But, on that night, the men who brought news were more welcome than the men who brought nothing but wit. [Sidenote: _WINTOUN BAITED BY COWPER._]