But finding his cries disregarded, he fired, and Captain Lindsay fell dead at his feet. On hearing the report of the pistol, Rollo looked round, and seeing what had happened, instantly set down Helen and fled. Extricating herself from the scarf, Helen rushed towards the spot where the unfortunate officer was lying. Her lover was kneeling beside the body. "Wae's me, Helen!" he exclaimed. "Wae's me, I hae kilt the captain." "Ye canna be blamed for his death, Erick," she rejoined. "He brought his punishment on himsel." "I shall die for it, nevertheless, lassie," he rejoined. "Die! you die, Erick, for savin' me frae dishonour!" she cried. "Ay, ay, lass. He was my superior officer, and by the rules of war I shall die. No escape for me." "Oh! if you think sae, Erick, let us flee before ye can be taken," she cried. "Come wi' me." "Na! na!" he rejoined, gently resisting her. "I maun answer for what I hae done. Leave me, lassie; gae back to the young leddy. Tell her what has happened, and she will take care of you." "Na, Erick, I winna leave you," she rejoined. "If ye are to dee, I'se e'en dee wi' ye. Och!" she exclaimed, "here they come to tak ye! Get up, lad, and flee!" As a file of soldiers could be seen approaching, the sergeant rose to his feet, but did not attempt to fly. Immediately afterwards the soldiers came up. With them were two or three men bearing torches, and as these were held down, the unfortunate officer could be seen lying on his back, with his skull shattered by the bullet. The sergeant averted his gaze from the ghastly spectacle. The soldiers belonged to the Manchester Regiment, and at their head was Captain Dawson. "How did this sad event occur, sergeant?" demanded Jemmy, after he had examined the body. "Captain Lindsay fell by my hand," replied Dickson. "I surrender myself your prisoner, and am ready to answer for the deed." "You must have done it in self-defence," said Jemmy. "I know you too well to suppose you could have committed such a crime without some strong motive." "The deed was done in my rescue," cried Helen. "Captain Lindsay was carrying me off when he was shot." "I trust that will save him from the consequences of the act," replied Jemmy, sadly. "My duty is to deliver him to the provost-marshal." "That is all that I could desire," said the sergeant. "I ask no greater favour from you." "Oh! let me gae wi' him--let me gae wi' him," cried Helen, distractedly. "I am the sad cause of it a'." "Ye canna gang wi' me, lassie, unless you compose yersel," said the sergeant, somewhat sternly. "Dinna fear me--dinna fear me--I winna greet mair," she cried, controlling her emotion by a powerful effort. "May she walk by my side to the guard-room, Captain Dawson?" asked the sergeant. "She may," replied the other, adding to the men, "conduct the prisoner to the guard-room near the prince's quarters."