But there remained one party from whose mind that recollection could not have been wiped away by the possession of every head of cattle betwixt Esk and Eden.
This was Robin Oig M'Combich.

"That I should have had no weapon," he said, "and for the first time in my life! Blighted be the tongue that bids the Highlander part with the dirk.

The dirk--ha! the English blood! My Muhme's word! When did her word fall to the ground ?" The recollection of the fatal prophecy confirmed the deadly intention which instantly sprang up in his mind.
"Ha! Morrison cannot be many miles behind; and if it were an hundred, what then ?" His impetuous spirit had now a fixed purpose and motive of action, and he turned the light foot of his country towards the wilds, through which he knew, by Mr.Ireby's report, that Morrison was advancing.

His mind was wholly engrossed by the sense of injury--injury sustained from a friend; and by the desire of vengeance on one whom he now accounted his most bitter enemy.

The treasured ideas of self-importance and self-opinion--of ideal birth and quality, had become more precious to him, (like the hoard to the miser) because he could only enjoy them in secret.