o' thae jobs.—West!—By my life, it must be Westburnflat. "Elshie, just tell me one word. Am I right? Is it Westburnflat? If I am wrang, say sae. I wadna like to wyte an innocent neighbour wi' violence—No answer?—It must be the Red Reiver—I didna think he wad hae ventured on me, neither, and sae mony kin as there's of us—I am thinking he'll hae some better backing than his Cumberland friends.—Fareweel to you, Elshie, and mony thanks—I dounna be fashed wi' the 'siller e'en now, for I maun awa' to meet my friends at the Trysting-place—Sae, if ye carena to open the window, ye can fetch it in after I am awa'."
Still there was no reply.
"He's deaf, or he's daft, or he's baith; but I hae nae time to stay to claver wi' him."
And off rode Hobbie Elliot towards the place of rendezvous which he had named to his friends.
