"But he just gied an unco’ sough, and wrung my loof, gaed doon the brae, and left me. Next morning Serjeant Macrone reported him absent frae parade, and then I kent that he had taen to the hills and was awa’. The black een o’ that Spanish lass hae cuisten’ a glamourie ower him waur than witchcraft. Amang the hills he fell in wi’ Captain Blacier’s company o’ the 60th, some o’ wha spiered the gate he was gaun? Angus couldna or wadna tell, and a fray o’ some kind ensued atween him and the German loons: in the middle o’t, Angus drew his bayonet on auld Blacier, for which he now lies in airns in ane o’ the square toors o’ Coria." "O the fool! Attempted to stab Blacier, did he?" "Ay, an vera nigh stickit him i’ the wame. Puir Angus! he ay hated thae thrawn gebbit Hanoverian dogs, as he ca’d them; for his faither, like yer ain, had been out in the forty-five,—wi’ the Prince sae bauld and braw." "The unfortunate madman! he will surely die. It is death, by the articles of war, to draw weapon upon an officer." "So Serjeant Macrone says; but alake! Maister Ronald, I houp it will no come to that. Blacier is only a German, ye ken," said Evan, while his eyes began to glisten. "Surely the Cornel, Captain Seaton, or may be yoursel, will get him ower it. Angus and me hae ever been cronies and brithers syne the first day we met at La Nava, and I would be unco’ laith to lose him noo. Ye ken hoo dowie ye were yoursel for mony a lang day after brave Maister Louis fell into the claws o’ thae taid-eating loons, and no a’ Maister Macdonald’s jokes or merriment could rouse ye." "Prepare yourself for the worst, Evan. Your poor friend will certainly die, if this crime is proved against him." * * * * Stuart was one of the members of the general court-martial ordered to try this case, in which desertion was coupled with a flagrant act of insubordination. The court met in the palace of the bishop, as there was not another house in Coria containing an apartment fit for the purpose,—the town being very inconsiderable, having only about fifteen hundred inhabitants, although strongly defended by walls, towers, gates, and a very singular fortress, the ascent to which is by a flight of upwards of a hundred steps. From this strong-hold Mackie was brought before the court which was to decide his doom.