The liveliest excitement was at once exhibited by both my comrades.
They climbed hillocks, they studied the approaching drove from under their hand, they consulted each other with an appearance of alarm that seemed to me extraordinary.

I had learned by this time that their stand-off manners implied, at least, no active enmity; and I made bold to ask them what was wrong.
'Bad yins,' was Sim's emphatic answer.
All day the dogs were kept unsparingly on the alert, and the drove pushed forward at a very unusual and seemingly unwelcome speed.

All day Sim and Candlish, with a more than ordinary expenditure both of snuff and of words, continued to debate the position.

It seems that they had recognised two of our neighbours on the road--one Faa, and another by the name of Gillies.

Whether there was an old feud between them still unsettled I could never learn; but Sim and Candlish were prepared for every degree of fraud or violence at their hands.