Away they flew like the wind, along the well-beaten path to the town, over the footbridge that crossed the Glamour, and full speed up the hill to Willie Macwha, who, with a dozen or fifteen more, was anxiously waiting for the commander.

They all had their book-bags, pockets, and arms filled with stones lately broken for mending the turnpike road, mostly granite, but partly whinstone and flint.

One bag was ready filled for Alec.
"Noo," said the General, in the tone of Gideon of old, "gin ony o' ye be fleyt at the brute, jist gang hame." "Ay! ay! General." But nobody stirred, for those who were afraid had slunk away the moment they saw Alec coming up the hill, like the avenger of blood.
"Wha's watchin' her ?" "Doddles, Gapy, and Goat." "Whaur was she last seen ?" "Takin' up wi' anither tyke on the squaure." "Doddles 'll be at the pump, to tell whaur's the ither twa and the tyke." "Come along, then.

This is hoo ye're to gang.

We maunna a' gang thegither.