"By what?" asked the officer, who wore a Ramillie wig, a three-cornered hat, and red rocquelaure.
"Spirits."
"Indeed—whisky, I suppose?" said the sergeant, laughing.
"Loud voices are heard talking in the air overhead, when nothing can be seen but the sailing clouds."
"Voices!" exclaimed Captain Huske.
"Yes, as if one hill-top was talking to the other."
"Bah! I can bid our drummer beat the 'Point of War.' I warrant he'll scare away all your Highland goblins, even Rob Roy himself, whom I wish was as near me as you are."
"You have had him near enough once before," said MacGregor, gravely, as he suddenly recognized the officer, though some time had elapsed since they last met.
"Hah—when?"
"In Moffatdale, where he gave you a lesson in humanity, and in good manners, too."