With the first dawn of morning, Hobbie arose; and, having rubbed down
and saddled his horse, he set forth to Mucklestane-Moor. He avoided the
company of either of his brothers, from an idea that the Dwarf was most
propitious to those who visited him alone.
"The creature," said he to himself, as he went along, "is no
neighbourly; ae body at a time is fully mair than he weel can abide.
I wonder if he's looked out o' the crib o' him to gather up the bag
o' siller. If he hasna done that, it will hae been a braw windfa' for
somebody, and I'll be finely flung.--Come, Tarras," said he to his
horse, striking him at the same time with his spur, "make mair fit, man;
we maun be first on the field if we can."
He was now on the heath, which began to be illuminated by the beams of
the rising sun; the gentle declivity which he was descending presented
him a distinct, though distant view, of the Dwarf's dwelling. The door
opened, and Hobbie witnessed with his own eyes that phenomenon which he
had frequently heard mentioned.
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