“Wha Queen Mary were kept a captive?”
“Yes.”
“An’ ye swear to harm him nawt?”
“Sure. I’m going to make his sister marry me. It’s a way they have in America of winning a bride. The Americans like it.”
“It’s a way they had years syne in Scotland,” chuckled MacLane, “only it was th’ lassie hersel’ th’ lover stole awa’.”
“Is that a’?” exclaimed Aaron, apparently relieved.
“That is all.”
The little man took the powder.
“I will do all ye ask,” he promised.