The other combatants separated at once; our foes were suffered, without molestation, to lift up and bear away their fallen comrade; so that I perceived this sort of war to be not wholly without laws of chivalry, and perhaps rather to partake of the character of a tournament than of a battle _a outrance_.

There was no doubt, at least, that I was supposed to have pushed the affair too seriously.

Our friends the enemy removed their wounded companion with undisguised consternation; and they were no sooner over the top of the brae, than Sim and Candlish roused up their wearied drove and set forth on a night march.
'I'm thinking Faa's unco bad,' said the one.
'Ay,' said the other, 'he lookit dooms gash.' 'He did that,' said the first.
And their weary silence fell upon them again.
Presently Sim turned to me.

'Ye're unco ready with the stick,' said he.
'Too ready, I'm afraid,' said I.

'I am afraid Mr.Faa (if that be his name) has got his gruel.' 'Weel, I wouldnae wonder,' replied Sim.
'And what is likely to happen ?' I inquired.
'Aweel,' said Sim, snuffing profoundly, 'if I were to offer an opeenion, it would not be conscientious.