I let them get within five yards, reservin' my fire.

The first volley--stones from our hands and our catties--halted them, and before they could recover three of us had got hold o' burnin' sticks frae the fire and were lammin' into them.
We kinnled their claes, and they fell back swearin' and stampin' to get the fire out.

Then I gave the word and we were on them wi' our pales, usin' the points accordin' to instructions.

My orders was to keep a good distance, for if they had grippit one o' us he'd ha' been done for.

They were roarin' mad by now, and twae had out their knives, but they couldn't do muckle, for it was gettin' dark, and they didn't ken the ground like us, and were aye trippin' and tumblin'.