speak of. Though I sae it mysel, I am as quiet a lad and as peaceable"———
"And Dick Turnbull's head that you broke, and Willie of Winton whom you shot at?"
"Hout, Earnscliff, ye keep a record of a' men's misdoings—Dick's head's healed again, and we're to fight out the quarrel at Jeddart, on the Rood-day, so that's like a thing settled in a peaceable way; and then I am friends wi' Willie again, poor chield—it was but twa or three haildraps after a'.—I wad let ony body do the like o't to me for a pint o' brandy. But Willie's lowland bred, poor fallow, and soon frighted for himsel.—And, for the worricows, were we to meet ane on this very bit"———
"As is not unlikely," said young Earnscliff, "for there stands your old witch, Hobbie."
"I say," continued Elliot, as if indignant at this hint—"I say, if the auld car-
