“Haud awa’, Peter,” he cried. “This belangs to me. I ga’e him back ’s whup, an’ sae I’m accoontable.--Mr Crathie,”--and as he spoke he edged his mare up to the panting factor, “the man who strikes a woman must be taught that he is a scoundrel, and that office I take. I would do the same if you were the lord of Lossie instead of his factor.” Mr Crathie, knowing himself now in the wrong, was a little frightened at the set speech, and began to bluster and stammer, but the swift descent of Malcolm’s heavy riding whip on his shoulders and back made him voluble in curses. Then began a battle that could not last long with such odds on the side of justice. It was gazed at from the mouth of the close by many spectators, but none dared enter because of the capering and plunging and kicking of the horses. In less than a minute the factor turned to flee, and spurring out of the court, galloped up the street at full stretch. “Haud oot o’ the gait,” cried Malcolm, and rode after him. But more careful of the people, he did not get a good start, and the factor was over the trench and into the fields before he caught him up. Then again the stinging switch buckled about the shoulders of the oppressor, driven with all the force of Malcolm’s brawny arm. The factor yelled and cursed and swore, and still Malcolm plied the whip, and still the horses flew--over fields and fences and ditches. At length in the last field, from which they must turn into the high road, the factor groaned out-- “For God’s sake, Ma’colm, ha’e mercy!” The youth’s uplifted arm fell by his side. He turned his mare’s head, and when the factor turned his, he saw the avenger already halfway back to Scaurnose, and the constables in full flight meeting him. While Malcolm was thus occupied, his sister was writing to Lady Bellair. She told her that, having gone out for a sail in her yacht, which she had sent for from Scotland, the desire to see her home had overpowered her to such a degree that of the intended sail she had made a voyage, and here she was, longing just as much now to see Lady Bellair; and if she thought proper to bring a gentleman to take care of her, he also should be welcomed for her sake. It was a long way for her to come, she said, and Lady Bellair knew what sort of a place it was; but there was nobody in London now, and if she had nothing more enticing on her tablets, &c., &c. She ended with begging her, if she was mercifully inclined to make her happy with her presence, to bring to her Caley and her hound Demon. She had hardly finished when Malcolm presented himself.