hers are Path of Light Regan, James Fletcher, Salvation
Smith, and Robert Johnstone.'

The old Puritan gravely rolled up his papers, and having stood for a
few moments with his hands folded across his breast in silent prayer, he
descended from the market cross, and moved off, followed by the aldermen
and councilmen. The crowd began likewise to disperse in sedate and sober
fashion, with grave earnest faces and downcast eyes. A large number of
the countryfolk, however, more curious or less devout than the citizens,
gathered round our regiment to see the men who had beaten off the
dragoons.

'See the mon wi' a face like a gerfalcon,' cried one, pointing to Saxon;
''tis he that slew the Philistine officer yestreen, an' brought the
faithful off victorious.'

'Mark ye yon other one,' cried an old dame, 'him wi' the white face an'
the clothes like a prince. He's one o' the Quality, what's come a' the
way froe Lunnon to testify to the Protestant creed. He's a main pious
gentleman, he is, an' if he had bided in the wicked city they'd ha' had
his head off, like they did the good Lord Roossell, or put him in chains
wi' the worthy Maister Baxter.'

'Marry come up, gossip,' cried a third. 'The girt mun on the grey horse
is the soldier for me. He has the smooth cheeks o' a wench, an' limbs
like Goliath o' Gath. I'll war'nt he could pick up my old gaffer Jones
an' awa' wi' him at his saddle-bow, as easy as Towser does a rotten! But
here's good Maister Tetheridge, the clerk, and on great business too,
for he's a mun that spares ne time ne trooble in the great cause.'

'Room, good people, room! 'cried the little clerk, bustling up with an
air of authority. 'Hinder not the high officials of the Corporation in
the discharge of their functions. Neither should ye hamper the flanks
of fighting men, seeing that you thereby prevent that deploying and
extending of the line which is now advocated by many high commanders.
I prythee, who commands this cohort, or legion rather, seeing that you
have auxiliary horse attached to it?'

''Tis a regiment, sirrah,' said Saxon sternly. 'Colonel Saxon's regiment
of Wiltshire foot, which I have the honour to command.'

'I beg your Colonelship's pardon, 'cried the clerk nervously, edging
away from the swarthy-faced soldier. 'I have heard speak of your
Colonelship, and of your doings in the German wars. I have myself
trailed a pike in my youth and have broken a head or two, aye, and a
heart or two also