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het a haggis as ony o the twa o ye, and thought nae muckle o my mornings wark when it was dune. If my foot were on the heather as its on the causeway, or this pickle gravel, thats little better, I hae been waur mistrysted than if I were set to gie ye baith your sering ot. Rashleigh had by this time recovered his temper completely. My kinsman, he said, will acknowledge he forced this quarrel on me. It was none of my seeking. I am glad we are interrupted before I chastised his forwardness more severely. Are ye hurt, lad? inquired Campbell of me, with some appearance of interest. A very slight scratch, I answered, which my kind cousin would not long have boasted of had not you come between us. In troth, and thats true, Maister Rashleigh, said Campbell; for the cauld iron and your best bluid were like to hae become acquaint when I mastered Mr. Franks right hand. But never look like a sow playing upon a trump for the luve o that, mancome and walk wi me. I hae news to tell ye, and yell cool and come to yoursell, like MacGibbons crowdy, when he set it out at the windowbole. Pardon me, sir, said I. Your intentions have seemed friendly to me on more occasions than one; but I must not, and will not, quit sight of this person, until he yields up to me those means of doing justice to my fathers engagements, of which he has treacherously possessed himself. Yere daft, man, replied Campbell, it will serve ye naething to follow us eenow; ye hae just enow o ae man, wad ye bring two on your head, and might bide quiet? Twenty, I replied, if it be necessary. I laid my hand on Rashleighs collar, who made no resistance, but said, with a sort of scornful smile, You hear him, MacGregor! he rushes on his fatewill it be my fault if he falls into it?The warrants are by this time ready, and all is prepared. The Scotchman was obviously embarrassed. He looked around, and before, and behind him, and then said: The neer a bit will I yield my consent to his being ill-guided, for standing up for the father that got himand I gie Gods malison and mine to a sort o magistrates, justices, bailies, sheriffs, sheriff- officers, constables, and sic-like black cattle, that hae been the plagues o puir auld Scotland this hunder year;it was a merry warld when every man held his ain gear wi his ain grip, and when the country side wasna fashed wi warrants and poindings and apprizings, and a that cheatry craft. And ance mair I say it, my conscience winna see this puir thoughtless lad ill-guided, and especially wi that sort o trade. I wad rather ye fell tillt again, and fought it out like douce honest men. Your conscience, MacGregor! said Rashleigh; you forget how long you and I have known each other. Yes, my conscience, reiterated Campbell, or MacGregor, or whatever was his name; I hae such a thing about me, Maister Osbaldistone; and therein it may weel chance that I hae the better o you. As to our knowledge of each other,if ye ken what I am, ye ken what usage it was made me what I am; and, whatever you may think, I would not change states with the proudest of the oppressors that hae driven me to tak the heather-bush for a beild. What you are, Maister Rashleigh, and what excuse ye hae for being what you are, is between your ain heart and the lang day.And now, Maister Francis, let go his collar; for he says truly, that ye are in mair danger from a magistrate than he is, and were your cause as straight as an arrow, he wad find a way to put you wrangSo let go his craig, as I was saying. He seconded his words with an effort so sudden and unexpected, that he freed Rashleigh from my hold, and securing me, notwithstanding my struggles, in his own herculean gripe, he called out, Take the bent, Mr. Rashleigh. Make ae pair o legs worth twa pair o hands; ye hae dune that before now. |
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