Tod's Den some receipt for treating the lame horse. This brief delay he had made up by hard gallopping, and now overtook the Master where the road traversed a waste moor. "Halt, sir," cried Bucklaw; "I am no political agent—no Captain Craigengelt* whose life is too important to be hazarded in defence of his honour. I am Frank Hayston of Bucklaw, and no man injures me by word, deed, sign, or look, but he must render me an account of it."
"This is all very well, Mr Hayston of Bucklaw," replied the Master of Ravenswood, in a tone the most calm and indifferent; "but I have no quarrel with you, and desire to have none. Our roads homeward, as well as our roads through life, lie in different directions; there is no occasion for us crossing each other."
"Is there not?" said Bucklaw, impetuously. "By Heaven! but I say that there is though—you called us intriguing adventurers."
"Be correct in your recollection, Mr
