"Highlanders! Oh, Conachar--Conachar!" "Indeed, and I dare say you have lighted on the very man, Catharine.
They quarrelled, as you saw, on the St.Valentine's Even, and had a warstle.

A Highlandman has a long memory for the like of that.

Gie him a cuff at Martinmas, and his cheek will be tingling at Whitsunday.

But what could have brought down the lang legged loons to do their bloody wark within burgh ?" "Woe's me, it was I," said Catharine--"it was I brought the Highlanders down--I that sent for Conachar--ay, they have lain in wait--but it was I that brought them within reach of their prey.

But I will see with my own eyes--and then--something we will do.