they will but let us Scots have our own king and go away peacefully. I don't want to force Prince Charles upon them if they will but let us have him for ourselves. If they won't, you know, it is they who are responsible for the quarrel, not us.”
“That is one way of putting it, certainly,” Ronald laughed. “I am afraid after having been one kingdom since King James went to London, they won't let us go our own way without making an effort to keep us; but here is a crossroad, we will strike off here and make for the west.”
They avoided the towns on their routes, for although they felt certain that they were ahead of any messengers who might be sent out with orders for their arrest, they knew that they might be detained for some little time at Nantes, and were therefore anxious to leave no clue of their passage in that direction. On the evening of the third day after starting they approached their destination.
On the first morning after leaving Versailles they had halted in wood a short distance from Chartres, and Malcolm had ridden in alone and had purchased a suit of citizen's clothes for Ronald, as the latter's uniform as an officer of the Scotch Dragoons would at once have attracted notice. Henceforward, whenever they stopped, Malcolm had taken an opportunity to mention to the stable boy that he was accompanying his master, the son of an advocate of Paris, on a visit to some relatives in La Vendee. This story he repeated at the inn where they put up at Nantes.
The next morning Malcolm went round to all the inns in the town, but could hear nothing of the Duke of Athole, so he returned at noon with the news of his want of success.
“They may have hired a private lodging to avoid observation,” Ronald said, “or, not improbably, may have taken another name. The best thing we can do is to go down to the river side, inquire what vessels are likely to leave port soon, and then, if we see anyone going off to them, to accost them. We may hear of them in that way.”
Accordingly they made their way down to the river. There were several vessels lying in the stream, in readiness to sail when the wind served, and the mouth of the river was reported to be clear of any English cruisers. They made inquiries as to the destination of the vessels. All the large ones were sailing for Bordeaux or the Mediterranean ports of France.
“What is that little vessel lying apart from the rest?” Malcolm asked. “She looks a saucy little craft.”
“That is the privateer La Doutelle, one of the fastest little vessels on the coast. She has brought in more than one English merchantman as a prize.”
As they were speaking a boat was seen to leave her side and make for the shore. With a glance at Malcolm to break off his conversation with the sailor and follow him, Ronald strode along the bank towards the spot where the boat would land. Two gentlemen got out and advanced along the quay. As they passed Ronald said to Malcolm:
“I know one of those men's faces.”
“Do you, Ronald? I cannot recall having seen them.”
Ronald stood for a moment in thought.
“I know now!” he exclaimed. “And he is one of our men, sure enough.”
“I think, sir,” he said as he came up to them, “that I have had the honour of meeting you before.”
A look of displeasure came across the gentleman's face.
“I think you are mistaken, sir,” he said coldly. “You must take me for some one else. My name is Verbois — Monsieur Verbois of Le Mans.”
“I have not the pleasure of knowing Monsieur Verbois,” Ronald said with a slight smile; “but I hardly think, sir, that that is the name that you went by when I had the honour of meeting you in Glasgow more than two years ago?”
“In Glasgow!” the gentleman said, looking earnestly at Ronald. “In Glasgow! I do not remember you.”
“I had the pleasure of doing you some slight service, nevertheless,” Ronald said quietly, “when I brought you news that your enemies were upon you, and managed to detain them while you made your escape through the attic window.”
“A thousand pardons!” the gentleman exclaimed, speaking in English. “How could I have forgotten you? But I saw you for such a short time, and two years have changed you greatly. This is the young gentleman, marquis, to whom I am indebted for my escape when I was so nearly captured at Glasgow, as you have heard me say. It was to his kindly warning in the first place, and to his courage in the second, that I owed my liberty. It is wonderful that you should remember me.”
“Two years have not changed you as much as they have changed me,” Ronald said; “besides, you were busy in destroying papers, while I had nothing to do but to watch you.”
“That is so,” the gentleman agreed. “At any rate I am heartily glad of the happy chance which has thrown us together, and has given me an opportunity of expressing to you the deep gratitude which I have felt for your warning and assistance. Had it not been for that, not only should I myself have been taken, but they would have got possession of those papers, which might have brought the heads of a score of the best blood of Scotland to the scaffold. I took a boat that was lying in readiness, and making down the river got on board a ship which was cruising there awaiting me, and got off. It has always been a matter of bitter regret to me that I never learned so much as the name of the brave young gentleman to whom I owed so much, or what had happened to him for his share in that night's work.”
“My name is Ronald Leslie, sir. I am the son of Leslie of Glenlyon, who fought with the Chevalier in '15, and afterwards entered the service of the King of France, and was colonel of the 2nd Scorch Dragoons.”
“Of course I knew him well,” the gentleman said, “and with others endeavoured to obtain his pardon when he fell under the king's displeasure some fifteen years ago, although I regret to say without success. Believe me, if Prince Charles —” He stopped suddenly as his companion touched him.
“You would say, sir,” Ronald said with a smile, “If Prince Charles succeeds in his present enterprise, and regains his throne, you will get him to exert his influence to obtain my father's release.”
The two gentlemen gave an exclamation of astonishment.
“How do you know of any enterprise that is meditated?”
“I was told of it as a secret by a Scotch officer in Paris, and am the bearer of a message from him to the Duke of Athole, to ask him to allow me to join the prince.”
“I am the duke,” the other gentleman said.
“Since it is you, sir, I may tell you that the officer I spoke of is Colonel Hume, and that he bade me show you this ring, which he said you would know, as a token that my story was a correct one.”
“Hume is my greatest friend,” the duke exclaimed, “and his introduction would be sufficient, even if you had not already proved your devotion to the cause of the Stuarts. I will take you at once to the prince. But,” he said, “before I do so, I must tell you that the enterprise upon which we are about to embark is a desperate one. The prince has but five companions with him, and we embark on board that little privateer lying in the stream. It is true that we shall be escorted by a man of war, which will convey the arms which Prince Charles has purchased for the enterprise; but not a man goes with us, and the prince is about to trust wholly to the loyalty of Scotland.”
“I shall be ready to accompany him in any case, sir,” Ronald said, “and I beg to introduce to you a faithful friend of my father and myself. His name is Malcolm Anderson. He fought for the Chevalier in '15, and accompanied my father in his flight to France, and served under him in the French service. Upon the occasion of my father's arrest he carried me to Scotland, and has been my faithful friend ever since.”
So saying he called Malcolm up and presented him to the duke, and the party then proceeded to the lodging where Prince Charles was staying.
“I have the misfortune to be still ignorant of your name, sir,” Ronald said to his acquaintance of Glasgow.
“What!” the gentleman said in surprise. “You do not know my name, after doing so much for me! I thought, as a matter of course, that when you were captured for aiding my escape you would have heard it, hence my remissness in not introducing myself. I am Colonel Macdonald. When you met me I was engaged in a tour through the Highland clans, sounding the chiefs and obtaining additions to the seven who had signed a declaration in favour of the prince three years before. The English government had obtained, through one of their spies about the person of the Chevalier, news of my mission, and had set a vigilant watch for me.”
“But is it possible that there can be spies among those near the Chevalier!” Ronald exclaimed in astonishment.
