while they stood by the fire, the young nobleman under the chimney, and his servants at some little distance.
"What do you think, Anderson," said the former, "of our fellow traveller?"
"A stout fellow," replied Anderson, "if all be good that is upcome. I wish we had twenty such to put our Teagues into some sort of discipline."
"I differ from you, Anderson," said Lord Menteith; "I think this fellow Dalgetty is one of those horse-leeches, whose appetite for blood being only sharpened by what he has sucked in foreign countries, he is now returned to batten upon that of his own. Shame on the pack of these mercenary swords-men! they have made the name of Scot through all Europe equivalent to that of a pitiful mercenary, who knows neither honour nor principle but his month's pay, who transfers his allegiance from standard to standard, at the pleasure of fortune or the best bidder; and to whose insatiable thirst for plunder and
