off; then giving loose to their swelling sail, in less than ten
minutes, the light vessel was wafted out of the little harbor, and
turning a point, those in the castle saw it no more.


Chapter XXIX.

The Barns of Ayr.



While the little bark bounded over the waves toward the main land, the
poor pilgrims of earth who were its freightage, with heavy hearts bent
toward each other, intent on the further information they were to
receive.

"Here is a list of the murdered chiefs, and of those who are in the
dungeons, expecting the like treatment," continued Graham, holding out
a parchment; "it was given to me by my faithful servant." Wallace took
it, but seeing his grandfather's name at the top, he could look no
further; closing the scroll, "Gallant Graham," said he, "I want no
stimulus to urge me to the extirpation I meditate. If the sword of
Heaven be with us, not one perpetrator of this horrid massacre shall be
alive tomorrow to repeat the deed."

"What massacre?" Edwin ventured to inquire. Wallace put the parchment
into his hand. "A list of the Scottish chiefs murdered on the 18th of
June, 1297, in the Judgment Hall of the English Barons at Ayr," his
cheek, paled by the suspense of his mind, now reddened with the hue of
indignation; but when the venerated name of his general's grandfather