was that of an impassable and dangerous bog. The owner of the tower and his inmates alone knew the winding and intricate paths; which, leading over ground which was comparatively sound, admitted visitors to his residence. But among the party which were assembled under Earnscliff's directions, there was more than one person qualified to act as a guide. For although the owner's character and habits of life were generally known, yet the laxity of feeling with respect to property, prevented his being looked on with the abhor rence with which he must have been regarded in a more civilized country. He was considered, among his more peaceable neighbours, pretty much as a gambler, cock-fighter, or horse-jockey, would be regarded at the present day; a person, of course, whose habits were to be condemned, and his society, in general, avoided, yet who could not be considered as marked with the indelible infamy attached to his profession, where laws have been ha bitually observed. And their indignation was awakened against him upon this occasion, not so much on account of the general nature of the transaction, which was just such as was to be expected from this marauder, as that the violence had been perpetrated upon a neighbour against whom he had no cause of quarrel, against a friend of their own,-above all, against one of the name of Elliot, to which clan most of them belonged. It was not, therefore, wonderful that there should be several in the band pretty well acquainted with the locality of his habitation, and capable of giving such directions and guidance as soon placed the whole party on the open space of firm ground in front of the Tower of Westburn flat. CHAPTER IX. So spak the knicht; the geaunt sed, And mak me quite of the and sche; Me lists not ficht with the. Romaunce of the Falcon. THE tower, before which the party now stood, was a small square building, of the most gloomy aspect. The walls were of great thickness, and the windows, or slits which served the purpose of windows, seemed rather calculated to afford the defenders the means of employing missile weapons than for admitting air or light to the apartments within. A small battlement projected over the walls on every side, and afforded farther advantage of defence by its niched parapet, within which arose a steep roof, flagged with grey stones. A single turret at one angle, defended by a door studded with huge iron nails, rose above the battlement, and gave access to the roof from within, by the spiral staircase which it enclosed. It seemed to the party that their motions were watched by some one concealed within this turret ; and they were confirmed in their belief, when, through a narrow loop-hole, a female hand. was seen to wave a handkerchief, as if by way of signal to them. Hobbie was almost out of his senses with joy and eagerness. "It was Grace's hand and arm," he said; "I can swear to it amang a thousand. There is not the like of it on this side of the Lowdens-We'll have her out, lads, if we should carry off the Tower of Westburnflat stane by stane." Earnscliff, though he doubted the possibility of recognizing a fair maiden's hand at such a distance from the eye of the lover, would say nothing to damp his friend's animated hopes, and it was resolved to summon the garrison. The shouts of the party, and the winding of one or two horns, at length brought to a loop-hole, which flanked the entrance, the haggard face of an old woman."That's the Reiver's mother," said one of the Elliots; " she's ten times waur than himsel, and is wyted for muckle of the ill he does about the country." "Wha are ye? What d'ye want here ?" were the queries of the respectable progenitor. "We are seeking William Græme of Westburnflat," said Earnscliff. "He is no at hame," returned the old dame. "When did he leave home?" pursued Earnscliff. "I canna tell," said the portress. "When will he return?" said Hobbie Elliot. "I dinna ken naething about it," replied the inexorable guardian of the Keep. "Is there any body within the tower with you?" again demanded Earnscliff, |