All three sat up, and on a second impulse all lay down again, but now with our cudgels ready.A man must be an alien and an outlaw, an old soldier and a young man in the bargain, to take adventure easily.With no idea as to the rights of the quarrel or the probable consequences of the encounter, I was as ready to take part with my two drovers, as ever to fall in line on the morning of a battle.Presently there leaped three men out of the heather; we had scarce time to get to our feet before we were assailed; and in a moment each one of us was engaged with an adversary whom the deepening twilight scarce permitted him to see.How the battle sped in other quarters I am in no position to describe.The rogue that fell to my share was exceedingly agile and expert with his weapon; had and held me at a disadvantage from the first assault;
forced me to give ground continually, and at last, in mere self-
defence, to let him have the point.It struck him in the throat, and he went down like a ninepin and moved no more.
It seemed this was the signal for the engagement to be discontinued.The other combatants separated at once; our foes were suffered, without molestation, to lift up and bear away their fallen comrade; so that I perceived this sort of war to be not wholly without laws of chivalry, and perhaps rather to partake of the character of a tournament than of a battle A OUTRANCE.There was no doubt, at least, that I was supposed to have pushed the affair too seriously.Our friends the enemy removed their wounded companion with undisguised consternation; and they were no sooner over the top of the brae, than Sim and Candlish roused up their wearied drove and set forth on a night march.
'I'm thinking Faa's unco bad,' said the one.
'Ay,' said the other, 'he lookit dooms gash.'
'He did that,' said the first.
And their weary silence fell upon them again.
Presently Sim turned to me.'Ye're unco ready with the stick,'
said he.
'Too ready, I'm afraid,' said I.'I am afraid Mr.Faa (if that be his name) has got his gruel.'
'Weel, I wouldnae wonder,' replied Sim.
'And what is likely to happen?' I inquired.
'Aweel,' said Sim, snuffing profoundly, 'if I were to offer an opeenion, it would not be conscientious.For the plain fac' is, Mr.St.Ivy, that I div not ken.We have had crackit heids - and rowth of them - ere now; and we have had a broken leg or maybe twa;
and the like of that we drover bodies make a kind of a practice like to keep among oursel's.But a corp we have none of us ever had to deal with, and I could set nae leemit to what Gillies micht consider proper in the affair.Forbye that, he would be in raither a hobble himsel', if he was to gang hame wantin' Faa.Folk are awfu' throng with their questions, and parteecularly when they're no wantit.'
'That's a fac',' said Candlish.
I considered this prospect ruefully; and then making the best of it, 'Upon all which accounts,' said I, 'the best will be to get across the border and there separate.If you are troubled, you can very truly put the blame upon your late companion; and if I am pursued, I must just try to keep out of the way.'
'Mr.St.Ivy,' said Sim, with something resembling enthusiasm, 'no'
a word mair! I have met in wi' mony kinds o' gentry ere now; I hae seen o' them that was the tae thing, and I hae seen o' them that was the tither; but the wale of a gentleman like you I have no sae very frequently seen the bate of.'
Our night march was accordingly pursued with unremitting diligence.
The stars paled, the east whitened, and we were still, both dogs and men, toiling after the wearied cattle.Again and again Sim and Candlish lamented the necessity: it was 'fair ruin on the bestial,'
