"Ay, ay, lass. He was my superior officer, and by the rules of war I shall die. No escape for me."
"Oh! if you think sae, Erick, let us flee before ye can be taken," she cried. "Come wi' me."
"Na! na!" he rejoined, gently resisting her. "I maun answer for what I hae done. Leave me, lassie; gae back to the young leddy. Tell her what has happened, and she will take care of you."
"Na, Erick, I winna leave you," she rejoined. "If ye are to dee, I'se e'en dee wi' ye. Och!" she exclaimed, "here they come to tak ye! Get up, lad, and flee!"
As a file of soldiers could be seen approaching, the sergeant rose to his feet, but did not attempt to fly.
Immediately afterwards the soldiers came up. With them were two or three men bearing torches, and as these were held down, the unfortunate officer could be seen lying on his back, with his skull shattered by the bullet.
The sergeant averted his gaze from the ghastly spectacle.
The soldiers belonged to the Manchester Regiment, and at their head was Captain Dawson.
"How did this sad event occur, sergeant?" demanded Jemmy, after he had examined the body.
"Captain Lindsay fell by my hand," replied Dickson. "I surrender myself your prisoner, and am ready to answer for the deed."