St A JACOBITE EXILE

“Qh, that is all very well,” the other grumbled; “but if
he did not understand us, we should be no better off than
before.”

“Are you wanting to enlist?’ Harry said, going up to
them.

‘The men gave an exclamation of pleasure at being ad-
dressed in their own tongue.

“That we do, sir; if you can put us in the way we shall
be grateful.”

“That I can do easily,” Harry said. “ My father is rais-
ing a company of Scotch and Englishmen for the regiment
commanded by Colonel Jamieson. ‘This will be far better
than joining a Swedish company, where no one will! under-
stand your language, and you will not be able to make out
the orders given. My father will give cach man who
joins a free outfit.”

“That is the very thing for us, sir. We expected to find
Scotch regiments here, as there were in the old times, and
we had hoped to join them; but whether it is a company
or regiment it makes but little difference, so that we are
with those who speak our tongue.”

“Very well, then; if you come to the Lion Inn at nine
o’clock, you will see my father there. If you know of any
others in the same mind as yourselves, and willing to join,
bring them with you.”

“There are ten or twelve others who came over in the
ship with us two days since, and I have no doubt they will
be fine and glad to join.”

“Well, see if you can hunt them up, and bring them
with you.”

On returning to the inn, they found that Mr, Jervoise had
already received his commission as captain, and by ten
o'clock fifteen young Scotchmen had been sworn in. All
of them had brought broadswords and dirks, and Captain
Jervoise at once set to work buying at various shops iron