his confederate Mysie had made her preparations within.
"O, never mind the outside of he house, my good friend," said Bucklaw; "let's see the inside, and let our horses see the stable, that's all."
"O yes, sir—ay, sir—unquestionably, sir,—my lord and ony of his honourable companions"
"But our horses, my old friend—our horses; they will be dead-foundered by standing here in the cold after riding hard, and mine is too good to be spoiled; therefore, once more, our horses," exclaimed Bucklaw.
"True—ay—your horses—yes—I will call the grooms;" and sturdily did Caleb roar till the old tower rung again,—"John—William—Saunders!—The lads are gane out, or sleeping," he observed, after pausing for an answer, which he knew that he had no human chance of receiving. "A' gaes wrang when the Master's out bye; but I'll take care o' your cattle mysell."
