"
"And what for no the night, Hobbie," said Harry, "and I will ride wi'
ye?"
"My naig is tired," said Hobbie.
"Ye may take mine, then," said John.
"But I am a wee thing wearied mysell."
"You wearied?" said Harry; "shame on ye! I have kend ye keep the saddle
four-and-twenty hours thegither, and ne'er sic a word as weariness in
your wame."
"The night's very dark," said Hobbie, rising and looking through the
casement of the cottage; "and, to speak truth, and shame the deil,
though Elshie's a real honest fallow, yet somegate I would rather take
daylight wi' me when I gang to visit him."
This frank avowal put a stop to further argument; and Hobbie, having
thus compromised matters between the rashness of his brother's counsel,
and the timid cautions which he received from his grandmother, refreshed
himself with such food as the cottage afforded; and, after a cordial
salutation all round, retired to the shed, and stretched himself beside
his trusty palfrey. His brothers shared between them some trusses of
clean straw, disposed in the stall usually occupied by old Annaple's
cow; and the females arranged themselves for repose as well as the
accommodations of the cottage would permit.
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