"I trust ye mean me no reproach ?" "I am sure I said ye none," answered Guthrie.
"I will be judged by the company," said Cunningham.

"Ye said as much as that I, a Scottish gentleman, and living within pale of holy church, had a fair friend among these off scourings of Heathenesse." "Nay, nay," said Balafre, "he did but jest.

We will have no quarrels among comrades." "We must have no such jesting then," said Cunningham, murmuring, as if he had been speaking to his own beard.
"Be there such vagabonds in other lands than France ?" said Lindesay.
"Ay, in good sooth, are there--tribes of them have appeared in Germany, and in Spain, and in England," answered Balafre.

"By the blessing of good Saint Andrew, Scotland is free of them yet." "Scotland," said Cunningham, "is too cold, a country for locusts, and too poor a country for thieves." "Or perhaps John Highlander will suffer no thieves to thrive there but his own," said Guthrie.
"I let you all know," said Balafre, "that I come from the Braes of Angus, and have gentle Highland kin in Glen Isla and I will not have the Highlanders slandered." "You will not deny that they are cattle lifters ?" said Guthrie.
"To drive a spreagh [to plunder] or so, is no thievery," said Balafre, "and that I will maintain when and how you dare." "For shame, comrade!" said Cunningham, "who quarrels now?
The young man should not see such mad misconstruction--Come, here we are at the Chateau.

I will bestow a runlet of wine to have a rouse in friendship, and drink to Scotland, Highland and Lowland both, if you will meet me at dinner at my quarters." "Agreed--agreed," said Balafre; "and I will bestow another to wash away unkindness, and to drink a health to my nephew on his first entrance to our corps." At their approach, the wicket was opened, and the drawbridge fell.