There was nae noise to be heard, but just the sough of the swalled burns, and Hob, the dour yin, risping his teeth as he gaed." With the first glint of the morning they saw they were on the drove road, and at that the four stopped and had a dram to their breakfasts, for they knew that Dand must have guided them right, and the rogues could be but little ahead, hot foot for Edinburgh by the way of the Pentland Hills.

By eight o'clock they had word of them--a shepherd had seen four men "uncoly mishandled" go by in the last hour.

"That's yin a piece," says Clem, and swung his cudgel.

"Five o' them!" says Hob.
"God's death, but the faither was a man! And him drunk!" And then there befell them what my author termed "a sair misbegowk," for they were overtaken by a posse of mounted neighbours come to aid in the pursuit.
Four sour faces looked on the reinforcement.

"The Deil's broughten you!" said Clem, and they rode thenceforward in the rear of the party with hanging heads.