Get up, for the love of Heaven, and let us be on our guard.' Dinmont rose at the idea of danger, as intrepid and undismayed as any of his ancestors when the beacon-light was kindled.

'Od, Captain, this is a queer place! they winna let ye out in the day, and they winna let ye sleep in the night.

Deil, but it wad break my heart in a fortnight.

But, Lordsake, what a racket they're making now! Od, I wish we had some light.
Wasp, Wasp, whisht, hinny; whisht, my bonnie man, and let's hear what they're doing.

Deil's in ye, will ye whisht ?' They sought in vain among the embers the means of lighting their candle, and the noise without still continued.