"Lay on the deer-hounds," cried another; "where are they?"
"Hout, man, the sun's been lang up, and the dew is aff the grund—the scent will never lie."
Hobbie instantly whistled on his hounds, which were roving about the ruins of their old habitation, and filling the air with their doleful howls.
"Now, Killbuck," said Hobbie, try thy skill this day"—and then, as if a light had suddenly broke on him,—"that ill fa'ard goblin spak something o' this. He may ken mair o't, either by villains on earth, or devils below—I'll hae it frae him, if I should cut it out o' his misshapen bouk wi' my whinger." He then hastily gave directions to his comrades. "Four o' ye, wi' Simon, haud right forward to Græmes-gap. If they're English, they'll be for being back that way. The rest disperse by twasome and threesome through the waste, and meet me at
