They passed the Chief, the Colonel and he sternly and punctiliously greeting each other, like two duellists before they take their ground.

It was evident the dislike was mutual.

'I never see that surly fellow that dogs his heels,' said the Colonel, after he had mounted his horse, 'but he reminds me of lines I have somewhere heard--upon the stage, I think: -- Close behind him Stalks sullen Bertram, like a sorcerer's fiend, Pressing to be employed.' 'I assure you, Colonel,' said Waverley,' that you judge too harshly of the Highlanders.' 'Not a whit, not a whit; I cannot spare them a jot--I cannot bate them an ace.

Let them stay in their own barren mountains, and puff and swell, and hang their bonnets on the horns of the moon, if they have a mind; but what business have they to come where people wear breeches, and speak an intelligible language?
I mean intelligible in comparison with their gibberish, for even the Lowlanders talk a kind of English little better than the negroes in Jamaica.

I could pity the Pr--, I mean the Chevalier himself, for having so many desperadoes about him.