Scene III
Ainslie; afterwards Brodie; afterwards Hunt and Officers
Ainslie. Ca’ ye that mainners? Ye’re grand gentry by your way o’t! Eh sirs, my hench! Ay, that was the Badger. Man, but ye’ll look bonnie hangin’! (A faint whistle.) Lord’s sake, what’s thon? Ay, it’ll be Hunt an’ his lads. (Whistle repeated.) Losh me, what gars him whustle, whustle? Does he think me deaf? (Goes up. Brodie enters from office, stands an instant, and sees him making a signal through the arch.)
Brodie. Rats! Rats! (Hides L. among lumber. Enter noiselessly through arch Hunt and Officers.)
Hunt. Birds caught?
Ainslie. They’re a’ ben the house, mister.
Hunt. All three?
Ainslie. The hale set, mister.
Brodie. Liar!
Hunt. Mum, lads, and follow me. (Exit, with his men, into office. Brodie seen with dagger.)
Hunt (within). In the King’s name!
Moore (within). Muck!
Smith (within). Go it, Badger.
Hunt (within). Take ’em alive, boys!
Ainslie. Eh, but that’s awful. (The Deacon leaps out, and stabs him. He falls without a cry.)
Brodie. Saved! (He goes out by the arch.)