Drummonds, Jock of the Glen, Jockie of Braeside, Willie and
Norman Armstrong, Wattie Wudspurs, and Tam Telfer--answer to
their names, and show up their three followers.

'And who is yon lad in bright steel?' Sir Patrick asked.

'Master Davie kens, sir,' responded old Andrew. David, being
called, explained that he was a leal lad called Geordie, whom he
had seen in Edinburgh, and who wished to join them, go to
France, and see the world under Sir Patrick's guidance, and that
he would be at his own charges. 'And I'll be answerable for
him, sir,' concluded the lad.

'Answer! Ha! ha! What for, eh? That he is a long-legged lad
like your ain self. What more? Come, call him up!'

The stranger had no choice save to obey, and came up on a strong
white mare, which old Andrew scanned, and muttered to his son,
'The Mearns breed--did he come honestly by it?'

'Up with your beaver, young man,' said Sir Patrick peremptorily;
'no man rides with me whose face I have not seen.'

A face not handsome and thoroughly Scottish was disclosed, with
keen intelligence in the gray eyes, and a certain air of
offended dignity, yet self-control, in the close-shut mouth.
The cheeks were sunburnt and freckled, a tawny down of young
manhood was on the long upper lip, and the short-cut hair was
red; but there was an intelligent and trustworthy expression in
the countenance, and the tall figure sat on horseback with the