Instantly Waverley turned his horse, and rode straight up to Fergus. "Colonel Mac-Ivor," he said, without any attempt at salutation, "I have to inform you that one of your followers has just attempted to murder me by firing upon me from a lurking-place." "Indeed!" said the Chief, haughtily; "well, as that, save in the matter of the lurking-place, is a pleasure I presently propose for myself, I should be glad to know which of my clansmen has dared to anticipate me." "I am at your service when you will, sir," said Edward, with equal pride, "but in the meantime the culprit was your page, Callum Beg." "Stand forth, Callum Beg," cried Vich Ian Vohr; "did you fire at Mr. Waverley?" "No," said the unblushing Callum. "You did," broke in Edward's attendant, "I saw you as plain as ever I saw Coudingham kirk!" "You lie!" returned Callum, not at all put out by the accusation. But his Chief demanded Callum's pistol. The hammer was down. The pan and muzzle were black with smoke, the barrel yet warm. It had that moment been fired. "Take that!" cried the Chief, striking the boy full on the head with the metal butt; "take that, for daring to act without orders and then lying to disguise it." Callum made not the slightest attempt to escape the blow, and fell as if he had been slain on the spot. "And now, Mr. Waverley," said the Chief, "be good enough to turn your horse twenty yards with me out upon the common. I have a word to say to you." Edward did so, and as soon as they were alone, Fergus fiercely charged him with having thrown aside his sister Flora in order to pay his court to Rose Bradwardine, whom, as he knew, Fergus had chosen for his own bride. "It was the Prince--the Prince himself who told me!" added Fergus, noticing the astonishment on Edward's face. "Did the Prince tell you that I was engaged to Miss Rose Bradwardine?" cried Edward. "He did--this very morning," shouted Fergus; "he gave it as a reason for a second time refusing my request. So draw and defend yourself, or resign once and forever all claims to the lady." "In such a matter I will not be dictated to by you or any man living!" retorted Waverley, growing angry in his turn. In a moment swords were out and a fierce combat was beginning, when a number of Bradwardine's cavalry, who being Lowlanders were always at feud with the Highlandmen, rode hastily up, calling on their companions to follow. They had heard that there was a chance of a fight between their corps and the Highlanders. Nothing would have pleased them better. The Baron himself threatened that unless the Mac-Ivors returned to their ranks, he would charge them, while they on their side pointed their guns at him and his Lowland cavalry.