“You have done me great service, Sir Archie,” Bruce said when he concluded his tale, “for assuredly the hound would have wrought my ruin had he remained in the hands of the English.  This is another of the long list of services you have rendered me.  Some day, when I come to my own, you will find that I am not ungrateful.”

The feats which have been related of Bruce, and other personal adventures in which he distinguished himself, won the hearts of great numbers of the Scotch people.  They recognized now that they had in him a champion as doughty and as valiant as Wallace himself.  The exploits of the king filled their imaginations, and the way in which he continued the struggle after the capture of the ladies of his family and the cruel execution of his brothers and so many of his adherents, convinced them that he would never desist until he was dead or a conqueror.  Once persuaded of this, larger numbers gathered round his banner, and his fortunes henceforth began steadily to rise.

Lord Clifford had rebuilt Douglas Castle, making it larger and much stronger than before, and had committed it to the charge of Captain Thirlwall, with a strong garrison.  Douglas took a number of his retainers, who had now joined him in the field, and some of these, dressing themselves as drovers and concealing their arms, drove a herd of cattle within sight of the castle toward an ambuscade in which Douglas and the others were laying in ambush.  The garrison, seeing what they believed a valuable prize within their grasp, sallied out to seize the cattle.  When they reached the ambuscade the Scots sprang out upon them, and Thirlwall and the greater portion of his men were slain.  Douglas then took and destroyed the castle and marched away.  Clifford again rebuilt it more strongly than before, and placed it in charge of Sir John Walton.  It might have been thought that after the disasters which had befallen the garrison they would not have suffered themselves to be again entrapped.  Douglas, however, ordered a number of his men to ride past within sight of the castle with sacks upon their horses, apparently filled with grain, but in reality with grass, as if they were countrymen on their way to the neighbouring market town, while once more he and his followers placed themselves in ambush.  Headed by their captain, the garrison poured out from the castle, and followed the apparent countrymen until they had passed the ambush where Douglas was lying.  Then the drovers threw off their disguises and attacked them, while Douglas fell upon their rear, and Walton and his companions were all slain.  The castle was then attacked, and the remainder of the garrison being cowed by the fate which had befallen their leader and comrades, made but a poor defence.  The castle was taken, and was again destroyed by its lord, the walls being, as far as possible, overthrown.

Shortly after the daring adventures of Bruce had begun to rouse the spirit of the country Archie Forbes found himself at the head of a larger following than before.  Foreseeing that the war must be a long one he had called upon his tenants and retainers to furnish him only with a force one third of that of their total strength.  Thus he was able to maintain sixty men always in the field —­ all the older men on the estate being exempted from service unless summoned to defend the castle.