Coming events cast their shadows before.--CAMPBELL.

At an early hour in the morning the guests of the castle sprung from
their repose; and, after a moment's private conversation with his
attendants, Lord Menteith addressed the soldier, who was seated in a
corner burnishing his corslet with rot-stone and chamois-leather, while
he hummed the old song in honour of the victorious Gustavus Adolphus:--

When cannons are roaring, and bullets are flying,
The lad that would have honour, boys, must never fear dying.

"Captain Dalgetty," said Lord Menteith, "the time is come that we must
part, or become comrades in service."

"Not before breakfast, I hope?" said Captain Dalgetty.

"I should have thought," replied his lordship, "that your garrison was
victualled for three days at least."

"I have still some stowage left for beef and bannocks," said the
Captain; "and I never miss a favourable opportunity of renewing my
supplies."

"But," said Lord Menteith, "no judicious commander allows either flags
of truce or neutrals to remain in his camp longer than is prudent; and
therefore we must know your mind exactly, according to which you shall
either have a safe-conduct to depart in peace, or be welcome to remain
with us."