"Juist the same as your honour's—James Johnstone!" replied the boy, in no way abashed.
Methought there ran a titter of laughter among the soldiers, for Westerha' was noways so well liked among the soldiers as Claverhouse or even roaring Grier of Lag.
"And what is your father's name?" continued Westerha', bending just one black look upon the lad.
"James Johnstone!" yet again replied the boy.
Back in the ranks some one laughed.
Westerhall flung an oath over his shoulder.
"Who was the man who laughed? I shall teach you to laugh at the Johnstone in his own country!"
"It was Jeems Johnstone of Wanphray that laughed, your honour," replied the calm voice of a troop-sergeant.
Then Westerha' set himself without another word to the work of examination, which suited him well.
"You will not answer, young rebels," he cried, "ken you what they get that will not speak when the King bids them?"