him up this half hour. I'll take the devil out of him for you.—Now, Master, do you ride mine, which will carry you like an eagle."
And throwing the rein of his own horse to the Master of Ravenswood, he sprung upon that which the stranger resigned to him, and continued his career at full speed.
"Was ever so thoughtless a being," said the Master; "and you, my friend, how could you trust him with your horse?"
"The horse," said the man, "belongs to a person who will make your honour, or any of your honourable friends, most welcome to him, flesh and fell."
"And the owner's name is?" asked Ravenswood.
"Your honour must excuse me, you will learn that from himself—if you please to take your friend's horse, and leave me your galloway, I will meet you after the fall of the stag, for I hear they are blowing him at bay."
