It was some days before further tidings were obtained of Bruce.  Archie did not leave his tent during this time, giving as a reason that he was afraid if he went out he should meet some of Lorne’s men, who might take up the quarrel of the man who had been killed.  At length, however, another traitor came in, and Pembroke and his party set out as before, Hector being this time muzzled by a strap round his jaw, which would not interfere with his scent, but would prevent him from widely opening his jaws.

The scent of Bruce was again taken up at a lonely hut in the hills.  The country was far more broken and rough than that through which they had followed Bruce’s trail on the preceding occasion.  Again Archie determined, but most reluctantly, that he would slay the noble dog; but he determined to postpone the deed to the latest moment.  Several places were passed where he might have succeeded in effecting his escape after stabbing the hound, but each time his determination failed him.  It would have been of no use to release the dog and make himself up the hillside, for a blood hound’s pace when on the track is not rapid, and the horsemen could have kept up with Hector, who would of course have continued his way upon the trail of the king.  Presently two men were seen in the distance; they had evidently been alarmed by the bay of the hound, and were going at full speed.  A shout of triumph broke from the pursuers, and some of the more eager would have set spurs to their horses and passed the hound.

“Rein back, rein back,” Pembroke said, “the country is wild and hilly here, and Bruce may hide himself long before you can overtake him.  Keep steadily in his track till he gains flatter country, where we can keep him in sight, then we shall have no more occasion for the hound and can gallop on at full speed.”

Archie observed, with satisfaction, that Bruce was making up an extremely steep hillside, deeming probably that horsemen would be unable to follow him here, and that he would be able to distance pursuers on foot.  Ten minutes later his pursuers had reached the foot of the hill.  Pembroke at once ordered four knights and ten men-at-arms to dismount.

“Do you,” he said, “with the dog, follow hard upon the traces of Bruce.  When you reach the top signal to us the direction in which he has gone.  Follow ever on his track without stopping; he must at last take to the low country again.  Some of my men shall remain here, others a mile further on, and so on round the whole foot of the hills.  Do you, when you see that, thinking he has distanced you, which he may well do being more lightly armed and flying for his life, he makes for the low country again, send men in different directions to give me warning.  The baying of the dog will act as a signal to us.”

While the men had been dismounting and Pembroke was giving his orders Archie had proceeded up the hill with the hound.  The path was exceedingly steep and difficult.