Ruthven, meanwhile, fearful that the unarmed Wallace and the
self-regardless Edwin might fall into the hands of the venal wretches
now widely dispersed to seize the chief and his adherents, sent out the
veterans, in divers disguises, to pursue the roads it was probable he
might take, and finding him, guard him safely to the coast. Till
Ruthven should receive accounts of their success, he forbore to forward
the letter which Wallace had left for Bruce, or to increase the
solicitude of the already anxious inhabitants of Huntingtower with any
intimation of what had happened. But on the fourth day, Scrymgeour and
his party returned with the horrible narrative of Lumloch.
receive accounts of their success, he forbore to forward the letter
which Wallace had left for Bruce, or to increase the solicitude of the
already anxious inhabitants of Huntingtower with any intimation of what
had happened. But on the fourth day, Scrymgeour and his party returned
with the horrible narrative of Lumloch.
After the murder of his youthful friend, Wallace had been loaded with
irons, and conveyed, so unresistingly that he seemed in a stupor, on
board a vessel, to be carried without loss of time to the Tower of
London.
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