when one of them, looking over the edge of the cliff, exclaimed,
"See, see! Humphrey, We have caught the whole tabernacle of the Lord in a net at last.
There they are, praising God among the stones of the river Mouse.
These are the Cartland Craigs. A noble cathedral!"
"Fling the lying sentinel over the cliffs.
Here is a canting Covenanter for you, deceiving honest soldiers on the very Sabbath day.
Over with him, over with him; out of the gallery into the pit."
But the shepherd had vanished like a shadow, and, mixing with the tall, green broom and bushes, was making his unseen way toward a wood.
"Satan has saved his servant; but come, my lads, follow me.
I know the way down into the bed of the stream, and the steps up to Wallace's Cave.
They are called, 'kittle nine stanes;' The hunt's up. We'll all be in at the death. Halloo! my boys, halloo!"
The soldiers dashed down a less precipitous part of the wooded banks, a little below the "craigs," and hurried up the channel.
But when they reached the altar where the old, gray-haired minister had been seen standing,
and the rocks that had been covered with people, all was silent and solitary; not a creature to be seen.
"Here is a Bible, dropped by some of them," cried a soldier, and, with his foot, he spun it away into the pool.