"Listen! If any thing should happen to me, you will find attached to this chain a miniature of Miss Lisle,—Miss Lisle of Inchavon," continued his master in a tremulous voice. "Tell Mr. Macdonald it is my particular desire that it be restored to her, or her brother Louis, who will shortly be with the regiment. I trust in Heaven you will see this done. And for my father—my poor father! you will find in my largest trunk——But I will tell you the rest by the way: it is useless addressing you while you are in this agitated state. Keep up your heart, Evan, like a man and a Highlander!" "Sir, if ye should fa’," replied Evan, in a tone of assumed firmness, "a’ that ye tell me most religiously will I obey,—ay, obey as I would the commands o’ a voice frae Heaven itself,—that is, if I can survive you, which I dinna think possible. O hoo could I ever face the puir auld laird at hame, and tell o’ what had come ower ye in this unco place?" The honest fellow pressed his master’s hands between his own, while he endeavoured to subdue his sorrow and dread. "But for what do I greet, sir?" said he, placing his regimental bonnet jauntily on one side of his head. "A Scotchman is as gude as a Spaniard, and better, may be. Ye were aye a deadly shot on the muirs, and may settle this chield, as ye have dune mony a bonnie fallow-deer, by an ounce o’ lead in the wame." At that moment the bell of the Casa del Ayuntamiento tolled the hour of two. "Time is up, by heavens!" exclaimed Ronald passionately; "and this cursed count has obtained a triumph over me: he will be first on the ground!" He cast a hasty glance at the graceful figure of Catalina, as she leant on the margin of the fountain conversing with Donna Inesella. Evan hastily examined the lock of his musquet, and they sallied forth in silence. *CHAPTER XIII.* *THE DUEL.* "It has a strange, quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person,—twelve yards off, or so; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe. But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice." _Don Juan_, canto iv.