“That was the plan Cluny and I first thought of,” Marjory replied; “but owing to the raids of the Douglas on the border, so strict a watch is kept on the walls that it would be difficult indeed to pass.  Cluny has tried a dozen times each night, but the watch is so vigilant that he has each time failed to make his way past them, but has been challenged and has had several arrows discharged at him.  The guard at the gates is extremely strict, and all carts that pass in and out are searched.  Could you have tried to pass before your escape was known you might no doubt have done so in disguise, but the alarm will be given before the gates are open in the morning, and your chance of passing through undetected then would be small indeed.  The death of the man Martin suggested a plan to me.  I have proposed it to his wife, and she has fallen in with it.  I have promised her a pension for her life should we succeed, but I believe she would have done it even without reward, for she is a true Scotchwoman.  When she heard who it was that I was trying to rescue, she said at once she would risk anything to save the life of one of Scotland’s best and bravest champions; while, on the other hand, she cares not enough for her husband to offer any objection to my plans for the disposal of his body.”

“But what are your plans, Marjory?”

“All the neighbours know that Martin is dead; they believe that Cluny is Mary’s sister and I her niece, and she has told them that she shall return with us to Roxburgh.  Martin was a native of a village four miles hence, and she is going to bury him with his fathers there.  Now I have proposed to her that Martin shall be buried beneath the wood store here, and that you shall take his place in the coffin.”

“It is a capital idea, Marjory,” Archie said, “and will assuredly succeed if any plan can do so.  The only fear is that the search will be so hot in the morning that the soldiers may even insist upon looking into the coffin.”

“We have thought of that,” Marjory said, “and dare not risk it.  We must expect every house to be searched in the morning, and have removed some tiles in the attic.  At daybreak you must creep out on the roof, replace the tiles, and remain hidden there until the search is over.  Martin will be laid in the coffin.  Thus, even should they lift the lid, no harm will come of it.  Directly they have gone, Cluny will bring you down, and you and he dig the grave in the floor of the woodshed and place Martin there, then you will take his place in the coffin, which will be placed in a cart already hired, and Cluny, I, Mrs. Martin, and her daughter will then set out with it.

Soon after daybreak the quick strokes of the alarm bell at the castle told the inhabitants of Berwick that a prisoner had escaped.  Archie at once betook himself to his place of concealment on the roof.  He replaced the tiles, and Cluny carefully obliterated all signs of the place of exit from within.  A great hubbub had by this time arisen in the street.  Trumpets were blowing, and parties of soldiers moving about in all directions.  The gates remained unopened, orders being given that none should pass through without a special order from the governor.