Only Hob, and that was the eldest, hunkered at the doorsill where the blood had rin, fyled his hand wi' it--and haddit it up to Heeven in the way o' the auld Border aith.
'Hell shall have her ain again this nicht!' he raired, and rode forth upon his earrand." It was three miles to Broken Dykes, down hill, and a sore road.

Kirstie has seen men from Edinburgh dismounting there in plain day to lead their horses.

But the four brothers rode it as if Auld Hornie were behind and Heaven in front.

Come to the ford, and there was Dickieson.

By all tales, he was not dead, but breathed and reared upon his elbow, and cried out to them for help.