"How old were the children?" asked Dunvegan, excitedly.
"They were very young," Macleod answered evasively; "just a year between them. I think I have said enough to show you that I am no criminal. That was twenty years ago, but the false accusation follows me."
"And you," ventured Bruce—"you are Macfarlane!"
"I am Alexander Macfarlane."
"And where is Funster?"
"Ah!" grated Macleod. "Tell me that."
Dunvegan rose up, his own sorrow overshadowed by the portentous resurrection of an old tragedy.
"You are innocent," he cried, "and those men will be here to-morrow or the next day."
"And to-morrow, or the next day I shall be at Fort Dumarge!"
"But they can follow."