Ye maunna punish the innocent wi' the guilty." A moment after the dogs took their leave of each other, and Juno went, at a slow slouching trot, in the direction of her own street.
"Close in!" cried Alec.
Juno found her way barred in a threatening manner, and sought to pass meekly by.
"Lat at her, boys!" cried the General.
A storm of stones was their answer to the order; and a howl of rage and pain burst from the animal.

She turned; but found that she was the centre of a circle of enemies.
"Lat at her! Haud at her!" bawled Alec.
And thick as hail the well-aimed stones flew from practised hands; though of course in the frantic rushes of the dog to escape, not half of them took effect.

She darted first at one and then at another, snapping wildly, and meeting with many a kick and blow in return.
The neighbours began to look out at their shop-doors and their windows; for the boys, rapt in the excitement of the sport, no longer laid any restraint upon their cries.

Andrew Constable, the clothier, from his shop-door; Rob Guddle, the barber, from his window, with his face shadowed by Annie's curls; Redford, the bookseller, from the top of the stairs that led to his shop; in short, the whole of the shopkeepers on the square of Glamerton were regarding this battle of odds.

The half-frozen place looked half-alive.