For in his minority he had been his tutor and governor, and in after years had agreed well with him, which is not so common. ’Ay, well with me,’ replied the Earl, ’but it is that dotard fool, Kelwood, who has gotten the chest of gold and jewels, which in my father’s time was stolen from the house of Cassillis by Archibald Bannatyne, who was my father’s man. He died in my father’s hands, who was not a cat to draw a straw before. Nevertheless, even in the Black Vault of Dunure he could not be brought to reveal where he had hidden the chest. But now Kelwood, or another for him, has gotten it from Archie’s widow, a poor woman that knew not its worth.’ ’But Kelwood will deliver it, John. Is he not your man? Trouble not any more about the matter,’ counselled the Tutor, who was ever for the milder opinion, and very notably wise as well as slow in judgment. ’Nay,’ said the Earl, ’deliver it he will not, for Bargany and Auchendrayne have gotten his ear, and he has set his mansion house in defence against us. I have called you here, Tutor, for your good advice. Shall we levy our men and beset Kelwood, or how shall we proceed that I may recover that which is most justly mine own?’ For it was ever the bitterest draught to the Earl to lose siller or gear. The Tutor stood for a moment by his beast’s neck, holding his head a little to one side in a way he had when he was considering anything—a trick which his daughter Nell has also. ’How many are ye here?’ he said to the Earl. ’We are fifteen,’ the Earl replied. ’All gentlemen?’ again asked the Tutor. ’All cadets of mine own house, and ready to fight to the death for the blue and gold!’ replied the Earl, giving a cock to the bonnet, in the side of which he had the lilies of France upon a rosette of blue velvet, which (at that time) was the Cassillis badge of war. As the Earl spoke, I, who stood a little behind with my finger on the cock of my pistol, saw my lord raise a questioning eyebrow at me, as if to ask his uncle who the young squire might be whom he had brought with him. ’He is the son of John Kennedy of Kirrieoch, and with us to the death,’ said my master. For which most just speech I thanked him in my heart. ’The name is a good one,’ said the Earl, with a little quaintish smile. And well might he say so, for it was his own, and my father of as good blood as he, albeit of a younger branch.