The Lion of the North - A tale of the times of Gustavus Adolphus by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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The boy presently gave a loud shout, and a minute later lights
were seen ahead, and in two or three minutes the horsemen drew up at a door beside which two men were standing with torches; another strolled out as they stopped. "Welcome, Hume! I am glad indeed to see you; and -- ah! is it you, Munro? it is long indeed since we met." "That is it, Graheme; it is twelve years since we were students together at St. Andrews." "I did not think you would have come on such a night," Graheme said. "I doubt that we should have come tonight, or any other night, Nigel, if it had not been that that brave boy who calls you uncle swam across the Nith to show us the best way to cross. It was a gallant deed, and I consider we owe him our lives." "It would have gone hard with you, indeed, had you tried to swim the Nith at the ford; had I not made so sure you would not come I would have sent a man down there. I missed Malcolm after dinner, and wondered what had become of him. But come in and get your wet things off. It is a cold welcome keeping you here. My men will take your horses round to the stable and see that they are well rubbed down and warmly littered." In a quarter of an hour the party were assembled again in the sitting room. It was a bare room with heavily timbered ceiling and narrow windows high up from the ground; for the house was built for |
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