'I seldom ban, sir,' said he to the man; 'but if you play any of your hound's-foot tricks, and leave puir Berwick before he's sorted, to rin after spuilzie, deil be wi' me if I do not; give your craig a thraw.

He then stroked with great complacency the animal which had borne him through the fatigues of the day, and having taken a tender leave of him,--'Weel, my good young friends, a glorious and decisive victory,' said he; 'but these loons of troopers fled ower soon.

I should have liked to have shown you the true points of the PRAELIUM EQUESTRE, or equestrian combat, whilk their cowardice has postponed, and which I hold to be the pride and terror of warfare.

Weel, I have fought once more in this old quarrel, though I admit I could not be so far BEN as you lads, being that it was my point of duty to keep together our handful of horse.

And no cavalier ought in any wise to begrudge honour that befalls his companions, even though they are ordered upon thrice his danger, whilk, another time, by the blessing of God, may be his own case .-- But, Glennaquoich, and you, Mr.
Waverley, I pray ye to give me your best advice on a matter of mickle weight, and which deeply affects the honour of the house of Bradwardine .-- I crave your pardon, Ensign Maccombich, and yours, Inveraughlin, and yours, Edderalshendrach, and yours, sir.' The last person he addressed was Ballenkeiroch, who, remembering the death of his son, loured on him with a look of savage defiance.