The Washington times., 1913-01-16

Now, SIR" said the chleftain, Il take
1t you mean-treachery?"
told him all l knew and feared;
whereat he laughed.
Tis as l expected, said ne; buI
never have a fear. my friend. what the
Campbells have in wit the Macdonalds
have in craft Is the feast ready?
Aye, the oxen and the wassall.
He put his head on his breast and
seemed to fall into deep thought. once
ease, So that he should have more time,
without appearing to the Canpbells to
have any suspicion. At last he spoke
again.
Il thank ye, Cam'ell. The same thing
was in the mind of Macdonaids."
My heart sickened, though l might
have misunderstood him. But was II
possible that treachery had been
planned on both sides? And I had
thrust Marlposa into danger for moth
ing? And myself into position
But 1t was well to know" the Mac
ready then the feast is to be eaten.
Trust a Campbell for that"
He looked at the distance separating
the boats from the shore; then he spoke
hurriedly to Duncan. The torch was
waved in circles up and down. and the
pipes hushed. The boats mysteriously
closed up together, and while the men
rested on their oars, the chieftain quiet
ly spoke to them What he said related
to all had told him. In conclusion.
ne said that which plunged me into the
depths of shame and horrible remorse.
Their signal win be given at the
drinking Of the wassail. Our signal
shall be a skirl Of Alan's pipe as the
bowl is placed before the Black. Does
Alan hear?''
Ave" came a gruff voice from one
IT doubt not the campbell is to slay
the Macdonald to his left, so he can
draw with his right. At the signal from
Alan the Macdonald will slay the Camp
How shall he draw his skIan dhu?''
asked a voice.
THE dirk first was the answer.
The boats moved on, and sat by the
Macdonald's side, with nv heart as
1t seem that had betrayed my kinsmen
to no purpose, but I. had innocently
aided a worse treachery. For IL the
Campbell turned to slay the man to left
a dirk would sink into him before he
heart / prayed that the Campbell signal
might be the first for then II would be
fair. fight, at least.
But what was to become of me? Not
that l cared-now-save for Mariposa's s
sake. Were they going to take me
ashore with them in the very face OF
the Campbells? And why had the Mac
donald sent Rob with Mariposa? That
might have been chivalry. even In such
brute, and 1t had been necessary that
ne should speak with me. But now
that my boat was gone, what was to
be done with me? Il put the aues-
ton.
do ye quail. Campbell?" he said.
moSkingi5y mckinney. This This night We shall eat at
"He kens me- / said. ITO his cost.
he kens me-"
'.He will ken We better before the
morn.'' was the retort. Hey, Sandy,"
he cried. dropping from the Gaelic to
the dialect. Giles yer bonnet and yer
plaid. Gle him yours, Cam'ell. Well
max a Macdonald of you.''
The blood rushed to my brain, and the
voice of old Leezie cackled In II. Rorie
Maclean wearing the hated tartan of
the Macdonald! But 1t was inevitable.
So could 1 pass on the shore with the
other men. and-oh! how I prayed that
II might be so-escape and warn my
people of their own peril. But IL the
chief spoke in earnest I knew that L
must be recognized at the board what
then?
Continued Tomorrow