"I kenn'd d it would be this way; and it's e'en this way that it should be."
The ball had penetrated in the breast below the throat. It did not bleed much externally, but Bertram, accustomed to see gun-shot wounds, thought it the more alarming. "Good God! what shall we do for this poor woman?" said he to Hazlewood, the circumstances superseding the necessity of previous explanation or introduction to each other.
"My horse stands tied above in the wood," said Hazlewood, "I have been watching you these two hours—I will ride off for some assistants that may be trusted. Meanwhile you had better defend the mouth of the cavern against every one until I return." He hastened away. Bertram, after binding Meg Merrilies' wound as well as he could, took station near the mouth of the cave with a cocked pistol in his hand; Dinmont continued to watch Hatteraick. There was a dead silence in the
