breast and face. Again the Glengarry line
was broken. At once the crowd surged about the Glengarry men, who now
stood back to back, beating off the men leaping at them from every side,
as a stag beats off dogs, and still chanting high their dauntless cry,
"Glengarry forever," to which Big Mack added at intervals, "To hell with
the Papishes!" Yankee, failing to check LeNoir's attack upon Black Hugh,
fought off the men crowding upon him, and made his way to the corner
where the Frenchman was still engaged in kicking the prostrate
Highlander to death.

"Take that, you blamed cuss," he said, catching LeNoir in the jaw and
knocking his head with a thud against the wall. Before he could strike
again he was thrown against his enemy, who clutched him and held like a
vice.

CHAPTER II

VENGEANCE IS MINE

The Glengarry men had fought their fight, and it only remained for their
foes to wreak their vengeance upon them and wipe out old scores. One
minute more would have done for them, but in that minute the door came
crashing in. There was a mighty roar, "Glengarry! Glengarry!" and the
great Macdonald himself, with the boy Ranald and some half-dozen of
his men behind him, stood among them. On all hands the fight stopped. A
moment he stood, his great head and shoulders towering above the crowd,
his tawny hair and beard falling around his face like a great mane, his
blue eyes gleaming from under his shaggy eyebrows like livid lightning.
A single glance around the room, and again raising his battle-cry,
"Glengarry!" he seized the nearest shrinking Frenchman, lifted him high,
and hurled him smashing into the bottles behind the counter. His men,
following him, bounded like tigers on their prey. A few minutes of
fierce, eager fighting, and the Glengarry men were all freed and on
their feet, all except Black Hugh, who lay groaning in his corner.
"Hold, lads!" Macdonald Bhain cried, in his mighty voice. "Stop, I'm
telling you." The fighting ceased.

"Dan Murphy!" he cried, casting his eye round the room, "where are you,
ye son of Belial?"

Murphy, crouching at the back of the crowd near the door, sought to
escape.

"Ah! there you are!" cried Macdonald, and reaching through the crowd
with his great, long arm, he caught Murphy by the hair of the head and
dragged him forward.

"R-r-r-a-a-t! R-r-r-a-a-t! R-r-r-a-a-t!" he snarled, shaking him till
his teeth rattled. "It is yourself that is the cause of this wickedness.
Now, may