end a' about it; but he died in the hard winter."

"Ay," said a third, "he was at the great gathering, when they chased as
far as Thirlwall; it was the year after the fight of Philiphaugh."

"Hout," exclaimed another of these discording counsellors, "there's nae
great skill needed; just put a lighted peat on the end of a spear, or
hayfork, or siclike, and blaw a horn, and cry the gathering-word, and
then it's lawful to follow gear into England, and recover it by the
strong hand, or to take gear frae some other Englishman, providing ye
lift nae mair than's been lifted frae you. That's the auld Border law,
made at Dundrennan, in the days of the Black Douglas, Deil ane need
doubt it. It's as clear as the sun."

"Come away, then, lads," cried Simon, "get to your geldings, and we'll
take auld Cuddie the muckle tasker wi' us; he kens the value o' the
stock and plenishing that's been lost. Hobbie's stalls and stakes shall
be fou again or night; and if we canna big up the auld house sae soon,
we'se lay an English ane as low as Heugh-foot is--and that's fair play,
a' the warld ower."

This animating proposal was received with great applause by the younger
part of the assemblage, when a whisper ran among them, "There's Hobbie
himsell, puir fallow! we'll be guided by him."

The principal sufferer, having now reached the bottom of the hill,
pushed on through the crowd, unable, from the tumultuous state of his
feelings, to do more than receive and return the grasps of the friendly
hands by which his neighbours and kinsmen mutely expressed their
sympathy in his misfortune. While he pressed Simon of Hackburn's
hand, his anxiety at length found words. "Thank ye, Simon--thank ye,
neighbours--I ken what ye wad a' say. But where are they?--Where are--"
He stopped, as if afraid even to name the objects of his enquiry; and
with a similar feeling, his kinsmen, without reply, pointed to the hut,
into which Hobbie precipitated himself with the desperate air of one who
is resolved to know the worst at once. A general and powerful expression
of sympathy accompanied him. "Ah, puir fallow--puir Hobbie!"

"He'll learn the warst o't now!"

"But I trust Earnscliff will get some speerings o' the puir lassie."

Such were the exclamations of the group, who, having no acknowledged
leader to direct their motions, passively awaited the return of the
sufferer, and determined to be guided by his directions.

The meeting between Hobbie and his family