Now you must know the Bailie's greatest horror is an armed Highlander,
or a loaded gun; and there he stands, listening to the Baron's
instructions concerning the protest; ducking his head like a sea-gull
at the report of every gun and pistol that our idle boys are firing
upon the fields; and undergoing, by way of penance, at every symptom
of flinching, a severe rebuke from his patron, who would not admit the
discharge of a whole battery of cannon, within point-blank distance, as
an apology for neglecting a discourse, in which the honour of his family
is interested.
'But how has Mr. Bradwardine got him to venture so far?' said Edward.
'Why, he had come as far as Musselburgh, I fancy, in hopes of making
some of our wills; and the peremptory commands of the Baron dragged him
forward to Preston after the battle was over. He complains of one or two
of our ragamuffins having put him in peril of his life, by presenting
their pieces at him; but as they limited his ransom to an English penny,
I don't think we need trouble the provost-marshal upon that subject. So,
come along, Waverley.'
'Waverley!' said the English officer, with great emotion; 'the nephew of
Sir Everard Waverley, of --shire?'
'The same, sir,' replied our hero, somewhat surprised at the tone in
which he was addressed.
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