“You will be brought up again in two days,” the earl said, “and if by that time you have not made up your mind to confess all, it will go hard with you.  Think not that the life of a varlet like you will weigh for one moment in the scale with the safety of the nation, or that any regard for what you may consider in England the usages of war will prevail here.”

He waved his hand, and Harry was conducted back to jail, feeling far more uneasy than he had done, for he knew that in Scotland very different manners prevailed to those which characterized the English.  In England, throughout the war, no unnecessary bloodshed took place, and up to that time the only persons executed in cold blood had been the two gentlemen convicted of endeavoring to corrupt the Parliament in favor of the king.  But in Scotland, where civil broils were constant, blood was ever shed recklessly on both sides; houses were given to the flames; men, women, and children slaughtered; lands laid waste; and all the atrocities which civil war, heightened by religious bigotry, could suggest, perpetrated.

Late that evening, the door of the prison opened, and a preacher was shown into the room.

“I have come,” he said in a nasal tone, “misguided young man, to pray you to consider the wickedness of your ways.  It is written that the ungodly shall perish, and I would fain lead you from the errors of your way before it is too late.”

Harry had started as the speaker began; but he remained immovable until the jailer closed the door.

“Jacob,” he exclaimed, “how mad, how imprudent of you!  I ordered you specially, if I was arrested, to pay no heed, but to make your way north.”

“I know that you did,” Jacob said.  “But you see you yourself talked of remaining for three days in Edinburgh.  Therefore, I knew that there could be no pressing need of my journey north; and hearing some whispers of the intention of the lord president to extract from a certain prisoner the news of a plot with which he was supposed to be connected, I thought it even best to come and see you.”

“But how have you obtained this garb?” Harry asked; “and how, above all, have you managed to penetrate hither?”

“Truly,” Jacob said, “I have undertaken a difficult task in thy behalf, for I have to-night to enter into a disputation with many learned divines, and I dread that more than running the risk of meeting the Earl of Argyll, who, they say, has the face of a fox, and the heart of a devil.”

“What mean you?” Harry asked.

“After we saw you dragged off by the townsmen, on being denounced by that little preacher whose hat I spoiled in St. Paul’s churchyard, we followed your orders, and made back to our hostelry.  There William Long and myself talked the matter over.  In the first place, we took all the papers and documents which were concealed about us, and lifting a board in the room, hid them beneath it, so that in case of