Chapter 46

AINSLIE; _afterwards_ BRODIE; _afterwards_ HUNT _and_ OFFICERS

AINSLIE. Ca’ ye that mainners? Ye’re grand gentry by your way o’t! Eh sirs, my hench! Ay, that was the Badger. Man, but ye’ll look bonnie hangin’! (_A faint whistle_.) Lord’s sake, what’s thon? Ay, it’ll be Hunt an’ his lads. (_Whistle repeated_.) Losh me, what gars him whustle, whustle? Does he think me deaf? (_Goes up_. BRODIE _enters from office_, _stands an instant_, _and sees him making a signal through the arch_.)

BRODIE. Rats! Rats! (_Hides L. among lumber_. _Enter noiselessly through arch_ HUNT _and_ OFFICERS.)

HUNT. Birds caught?

AINSLIE. They’re a’ ben the house, mister.

HUNT. All three?

AINSLIE. The hale set, mister.

BRODIE. Liar!

HUNT. Mum, lads, and follow me. (_Exit_, _with his men_, _into office_. BRODIE _seen with dagger_.)

HUNT (_within_). In the King’s name!

MOORE (_within_). Muck!

SMITH (_within_). Go it, Badger.

HUNT (_within_). Take ’em alive, boys!

AINSLIE. Eh, but that’s awful. (_The Deacon leaps out_, _and stabs him_. _He falls without a cry_.)

BRODIE. Saved! (_He goes out by the arch_.)