CAMPBELL. Lift me that screeching Jezebel oot o' here; Sandeman, we'll mak' a quick finish o' this. (_Soldiers take her towards barn._) No, not there; pitch the old girzie into the snow. MARY STEWART. Ye'll never find him, Campbell, never, never! CAMPBELL (_enraged_). Find him! Aye, by God I'll find him, if I have to keek under every stone on the mountains from the Boar of Badenoch to the Sow of Athole. (_Old woman and soldiers go outside._) And now, Captain Sandeman, you an' me must have a word or two. I noted your objection to listening ahint doors and so on. Now, I make a' necessary allowances for youth and the grand and magneeficent ideas commonly held, for a little while, in that period. I had them myself. But, man, gin ye had trod the floor of the Parliament Hoose in Edinburry as long as I did, wi' a pair o' thin hands at the bottom o' toom pockets, ye'd ha'e shed your fine notions, as I did. Noo, fine pernickety noansense will no' do in this business-- SANDEMAN. Sir! CAMPBELL. Softly, softly, Captain Sandeman, and hear till what I have to say. I have noticed with regret several things in your remarks and bearing which are displeasing to me. I would say just one word in your ear; it is this. These things, Sandeman, are not conducive to advancement in His Majesty's service. SANDEMAN. Kilmhor, I am a soldier, and if I speak out my mind, you must pardon me if my words are blunt. I do not like this work, but I loathe your methods. CAMPBELL. Mislike the methods you may, but the work ye must do! Methods are my business. Let me tell you the true position. In ae word it is no more and no less than this. You and me are baith here to carry out the proveesions of the Act for the Pacification of the Highlands. That means the cleaning up of a very big mess, Sandeman, a very big mess. Now, what is your special office in this work? I'll tell ye, man; you and your men are just beesoms in the hands of the law-officers of the Crown. In this district, I order and ye soop! (_He indicates door of barn._) Now soop, Captain Sandeman. SANDEMAN (_in some agitation_). What is your purpose? What are you after? I would give something to see into your mind. CAMPBELL. Ne'er fash aboot my mind: what has a soldier to do with ony mental operations? It's His Grace's orders that concern you. Oot wi' your man and set him up against the wa'. SANDEMAN. Kilmhor, it is murder--murder, Kilmhor! CAMPBELL. Hoots, awa', man, it's a thing o' nae special significance. SANDEMAN. I must ask you for a warrant. CAMPBELL. Quick then: Mackenzie will bring it out to you. (CLERK _begins writing._ SANDEMAN _and soldiers lead_ STEWART _outside_, CAMPBELL _sits till they are out._ CLERK _finishes_, CAMPBELL _signs warrant--and former goes._ CAMPBELL _is alone, save for_ MORAG CAMERON, _who is sitting huddled up on stool by fire, and is unnoticed by_ CAMPBELL.)