But they pressed us hard, and one o' them landed me an awful clype on the jaw.
They were still aiming at our tents, and I saw that if they got near the fire again it would be the end o' us.

So I blew my whistle for Thomas Yownie, who was in command o' the other half of us, with instructions to fall upon their rear.

That brought Thomas up, and the tinklers had to face round about and fight a battle on two fronts.

We charged them and they broke, and the last seen o' them they were coolin' their burns in the Garple." "Well done, man.

Had you many casualties ?" "We're a' a wee thing battered, but nothing to hurt.