THE BLACK DWARF.
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CHAPTER VIII.
Now horse and hattock, cried the laird,—
Now horse and hattock, speedilie;
They that winna ride for Tellfer's kye,
Let them never look in the face o' me.
Border Ballad.
"Horse! horse! and spear!" exclaimed Hobbie to his kinsmen.—Many a ready foot was in the stirrup; and, while Elliot hastily collected arms and accoutrements, no easy matter in such a confusion, the glen resounded with the approbation of his younger friends.
"Ay, ay!" exclaimed Simon of Hackburn, "that's the gate to take it, Hobbie. Let women sit and greet at hame, men must do as they have been done by; its the Scripture says't."
"Haud your tongue, sir," said one of the
