"Yes."
"Fatality,"
"Alas! alas!"
"Come," said the visitor, fiercely, "for time presses."
"Hurry no man's cattle," grumbled MacPherson; "so begone, fiend, for I go not with you to-night."
"You will not?"
"No!"
The dark stranger laughed till the very hills seemed to echo; and that weird sound made the marrow freeze in the bones of the old sergeant, who was listening.
"Come," continued the visitor, "lest I drag you hence."
"Drag!" reiterated the captain, with a furious malediction.