pped, as was then the fashion, the
rider wearing tight leather breeches and long-necked bright spurs.
This cavalier asked one or two pertinent questions about markets and
the price of stock. So Robin, seeing him a well-judging, civil
gentleman, took the freedom to ask him whether he could let him know if
there was any grass-land to be let in that neighbourhood, for the
temporary accommodation of his drove. He could not have put the
question to more willing ears. The gentleman of the buckskins was the
proprietor with whose bailiff Harry Wakefield had dealt, or was in the
act of dealing.

"Thou art in good luck, my canny Scot," said Mr. Ireby, "to have spoken
to me, for I see thy cattle have done their day's work, and I have at
my disposal the only field within three miles that is to be let in
these parts."

"The drove can pe gang two, three, four miles very pratty weel indeed,"
said the cautious Highlander; "put what would his honour pe axing for
the peasts pe the head, if she was to tak the park for twa or three
days?"

"We won't differ, Sawney, if you let me have six stots for winterers,
in the way of reason."

"And which peasts wad your honour pe for having?"

"Why, let me see--the two black--the dun one--yon doddy--him with the
twisted horn--the brockit. How much by the head?"

"Ah," said Robin, "your honour is a shudge---a real shudge: I couldna
have set off the pest six peasts petter mysell, me that ken them as if
they were my pairns, puir things."

"Well, how much per head, Sawney," continued Mr. Ireby.

"It was high markets at Doune and Falkirk," answered Robin.

And thus the conversation proceeded, until they had agreed on the prix
juste for the bullocks, the squire throwing in the temporary
accommodation of the inclosure for the cattle into the boot, and Robin
making, as he thought, a very good bargain, provided the grass was but
tolerable. The squire walked his pony alongside of the drove, partly
to show him the way, and see him put into possession of the field, and
partly to learn the latest news of the northern markets.

They arrived at the field, and the pasture seemed excellent. But what
was their surprise when they saw the bailiff quietly inducting the
cattle of Harry Wakefield into the grassy goshen which had just been
assigned to those of Robin Oig M'Combich by the proprietor himself!
Squire Ireby set spurs to his horse, dashed up to his servant, and
learning what had passed between t