He heard the innkeeper open the door in the byre below him and stall
the horse; but he never moved in his eagerness to watch who should
enter the place. Suddenly a man looked in at the group about the
fire, and hesitated as though he wished himself back upon the road.
Then, entering, he drew off his cloak.
It was John Murray of Broughton.
The three men round the fire made no motion, threatening or
otherwise. They crouched on their haunches as before, watching him
under their shaggy eyebrows.
Murray, who was no coward in ordinary circumstances, but only highly
strung and with the Lowland caution, stood out of their range
obviously ill at ease, awaiting the innkeeper's return.
To Rob he looked very worn and hollow-cheeked and his clothes cheap
and ill-fitting like the dress of a small Ayrshire farmer. A sword
was at his side and there was a bulge in his coat-pocket like the
butt end of a pistol, but Rob took little comfort from that, knowing
how poor a defence a single man like Murray would put up under a
swift attack.
The innkeeper re-entered the room and, shutting the door, barred it
across with a heavy slab of wood. For weal or woe they were there
till morning.
He motioned Murray forward saying nothing, and the men about the fire
made room for him, watching him all the time as dogs eye a stranger,
ready at a word to fling themselves upon his throat.
Murray hesitated before he sat down and cast one fleeting glance
about the room. A sudden inclination came to Rob to shout a warning
and leap down to join him before it was too late. But he knew that
they would complete their evil work before even he could take a part.
The innkeeper stirred the iron pot and drew out a hank of meat upon a
dirk. This he handed to Murray, who took it in a dejected fashion
and began to eat, and very quietly, while Rob watched him in a stupor
of horror, he stepped behind him. But he made no attack. Instead he
shook his head at the others and jerked a thumb towards the room
where Rob lay watching them. They evidently purposed to kill them
both at one and the same time.
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