It was not Grace
Armstrong, but Miss Isabella Vere, whose liberation had been effected by
their appearance before the tower.
"Where is Grace? where is Grace Armstrong?" exclaimed Hobbie, in the
extremity of wrath and indignation.
"Not in my hands," answered Westburnflat; "ye may search the tower, if
ye misdoubt me."
"You false villain, you shall account for her, or die on the spot," said
Elliot, presenting his gun.
But his companions, who now came up, instantly disarmed him of his
weapon, exclaiming, all at once, "Hand and glove! faith and troth! Haud
a care, Hobbie we maun keep our faith wi' Westburnflat, were he the
greatest rogue ever rode."
Thus protected, the outlaw recovered his audacity, which had been
somewhat daunted by the menacing gesture of Elliot.
"I have kept my word, sirs," he said, "and I look to have nae wrang
amang ye. If this is no the prisoner ye sought," he said, addressing
Earnscliff, "ye'll render her back to me again. I am answerable for her
to those that aught her.
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