For a moment I had been bold, and fancied myself her saviour, but all I had got by it was her mocking laughter.
They took us down from the hill to the highroad a little north of Linton village, where I was dumped on the ground, my legs untied, and my hands strapped to a stirrup leather.

The women were given a country cart to ride in, and the men, including Muckle John, had to run each by a trooper's leg.

The girl on the sorrel had gone, and so had the maid Janet, for I could not see her among the dishevelled wretches in the cart.

The thought of that girl filled me with bitter animosity.

She must have known that I was none of Gib's company, for had I not risked my life at the muzzle of his pistol?
I had taken her part as bravely as I knew how, but she had left me to be dragged to Edinburgh without a word.