But what a night the bloody hangdog Bonthron must have had of it, dancing a pavise in mid air to the music of his own shackles, as the night wind swings him that way and this!" "It were an alms deed to leave him there," said Eviot; "for his descent from the gibbet will but encourage him to new murders.

He knows but two elements--drunkenness and bloodshed." "Perhaps Sir John Ramorny might have been of your opinion," said Dwining; "but it would first have been necessary to cut out the rogue's tongue, lest he had told strange tales from his airy height.

And there are other reasons that it concerns not your valiancies to know.

In truth, I myself have been generous in serving him, for the fellow is built as strong as Edinburgh Castle, and his anatomy would have matched any that is in the chirurgical hall of Padua.

But tell me, Master Buncle, what news bring you from the doughty Douglas ?" "They may tell that know," said Buncle.