lied Oswald; "but until the time comes, the
more quiet you keep the better."

"Yes, Oswald; but I can't talk any more; I must be left alone to think.
I will go to bed, as I shall be off early in the morning. Is that
fellow Corbould getting well?"

"Yes, sir; he is out of bed, and walks a little with a stick; but he is
still very lame, and will be for some time."

"Good-night, Oswald; if I have anything to say I will write and send the
boy. I do not want to be seen here any more."

"It will be best, sir. Good-night; I will put Smoker in the kennel to
the right, as he will not be friendly with the other dogs."

Edward retired to bed, but not to sleep. The Scots had proclaimed the
king, and invited him over. "He will surely come," thought Edward, "and
he will have an army round him as soon as he lands." Edward made up his
resolution to join the army as soon as he had heard that the king had
landed; and what with considering how he should be able so to do, and
afterwards building castles as to what he would do, it was long before
he fell asleep; and when he did, he dreamt of battles and victory--he
was charging at the head of his troops--he was surrounded by the dying
and the dead. He was wounded, and he was somehow or another well again,
as if by magic; and then the scene was changed, and he was rescuing
Patience Heatherstone from his own lawless men, and preserving the life
of her father, which was about to be sacrificed; and at last he awoke,
and found that the daylight peeped through the windows, and that he had
slept longer than he had intended to do. He arose and dressed himself
quickly, and, not waiting for breakfast, went to the kennel, released
Smoker from his durance, and set off on his return.

Before nine o'clock he had arrived at the spot where the heifer lay
dead. He found the calf still by its side, bleating and walking round
uneasily. As he approached with the dog, it went to a farther distance,
and there remained. Edward took out his knife, and commenced skinning
the heifer, and then took out the inside. The animal was quite fresh
and good, but not very fat, as may be supposed. While thus occupied
Smoker growled and then sprang forward, bounding away in the direction
of the cottage, and Edward thought Humphrey was at hand. In a few
minutes the pony and cart appeared between the trees, with Humphrey and
Pablo in it, and Smoker leaping up at his friend Billy.

"Good-morning, Humphrey," sa