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"Then, Rat, you and I will go with the party oursells this night, and see him in grips or we are done wi' him." "I seena muckle use I can be o' to your honour," said Ratcliffe, reluctantly. "Use?" answered Sharpitlaw "You can guide the party you ken the ground. Besides, I do not intend to quit sight o' you, my good friend, till I have him in hand."
But you saw him plainly?" "As plainly as I see you." "How was he dressed?" said Sharpitlaw. "I couldna weel see; something of a woman's bit mutch on his head; but ye never saw sic a ca'-throw. Ane couldna hae een to a' thing." "But did he speak to no one?" said Sharpitlaw.
Call back the people, Ratcliffe." Ratcliffe hollowed to the dispersed officers, who willingly obeyed the signal; for probably there was no individual among them who would have been much desirous of a rencontre, hand to hand, and at a distance from his comrades, with such an active and desperate fellow as Robertson. "And where are the two women?" said Sharpitlaw.
George Poinder, less keen of sight, or less attentive, was not aware of his flight any more than Sharpitlaw and his assistants, whose view, though they were considerably nearer to the cairn, was intercepted by the broken nature of the ground under which they were screening themselves.
To silence her by fair means seemed impossible; authoritative commands and coaxing entreaties she set alike at defiance, and threats only made her sulky and altogether intractable. "Is there no one of you," said Sharpitlaw, impatiently, "that knows the way to this accursed place this Nichol Muschat's Cairn excepting this mad clavering idiot?"
"Deil ane o' them kens it except mysell," exclaimed Madge; "how suld they, the puir fule cowards! But I hae sat on the grave frae batfleeing time till cook-crow, and had mony a fine crack wi' Muschat and Ailie Muschat, that are lying sleeping below." "The devil take your crazy brain," said Sharpitlaw; "will you not allow the men to answer a question?"
Call back the people, Ratcliffe." Ratcliffe hollowed to the dispersed officers, who willingly obeyed the signal; for probably there was no individual among them who would have been much desirous of a rencontre, hand to hand, and at a distance from his comrades, with such an active and desperate fellow as Robertson. "And where are the two women?" said Sharpitlaw.
"Let her alone, George," said Sharpitlaw, "dinna put her out o' tune; I hae some questions to ask her But first, Mr. Butler, take another look of her." "Do sae, minister do sae," cried Madge; "I am as weel worth looking at as ony book in your aught. And poor Madge heaved another deep sigh. "Weel, sir," said Mr. Sharpitlaw to Butler, "what think ye now?"
To silence her by fair means seemed impossible; authoritative commands and coaxing entreaties she set alike at defiance, and threats only made her sulky and altogether intractable. "Is there no one of you," said Sharpitlaw, impatiently, "that knows the way to this accursed place this Nichol Muschat's Cairn excepting this mad clavering idiot?"
"Is it only you, and be d d to you?" answered the fiscal, still more disappointed "what made you leave the woman?" "She told me she saw Robertson go into the ruins, so I made what haste I could to cleek the callant." "It's all over now," said Sharpitlaw; "we shall see no more of him to-night; but he shall hide himself in a bean-hool, if he remains on Scottish ground without my finding him.
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