Yet he was ready with his fighting tools also. Once when we went by Kildonan and a pack of dirty vagabonds bade us stand, what was my surprise to find that Dominie Mure having laid down his pipes and out with his blade, was already driving among them before I had got so much as my hand on the sword blade. And I am no laggard, either, with the iron, as all may know by this time. But with his great bristling fierce head and his rapier that thrust up unexpectedly from below (yet which with the length of his arm reached as far as a tall man’s), the Dominie gave the rascals a fright and a wound or two also, which started them at the run. Even then he followed, thrusting at them behind till they shouted amain, and took across the fields to escape the pricking of his merciless weapon. And ever as they ran he cried, ’"Halt and deliver!" did ye say? I will give you a bellyful of "Halt and deliver!"’ *CHAPTER XXXV* *THE OGRE’S CASTLE* So being wearied with the chase we went to the nearest farm, which, as it happened, was that of Chapeldonnan. It stood quite close by the roadside. A tall, large-boned woman came to the gate with a pail of pigs’ meat in her hand. ’What seek ye?’ she said. ’We want nae travelling folk about Chapeldonnan.’ We told her that we were merchants going to Ireland, and that we had been attacked by a set of rascals upon the way, whom we had made flee. ’They are no that ill in this pairt o’ the country. They wad only hae killed ye,’ she said, as if that would have been a satisfaction to us. ’It is doon aboot the Benane that the real ill folk bide.’ I told her that killing was enough for me, and that I was puzzled to know what worse she could mean. So with some seeming reluctance she bade us come in. The wide quadrangle of the farm buildings was defended like a fortress. The gate was spiked and barred with iron from post to post, as though it had been the gate of a fighting baron instead of the yett of a tenant, devised only to keep in the kye. We asked civilly for the master of the house, and somewhat hastily the woman answered us,— ’The guidman’s no at hame. He has been away ower by at the Craig trying to win the harvest of the solan geese and sea-parrots.’ ’Your husband is tenant of the rock?’ I said, for it is always worth while finding out what a man like James Bannatyne may be doing, or at least how much he thinks it advisable to tell. ’Ow ay,’she said, ’and a bonny holding it is. Gin it werena for the Ailsa cocks, the conies, and the doos, it wad be a mill-stone aboot our necks, for we have to pay sweetly for the rent o’ it to my Lady of Bargany.’ ’But,’ said I, ’it belongs to the Earl, does it not?’ The mistress of Chapeldonnan looked pityingly at us.