"Naebody but mysel and baudrons," said the old woman.
"Then open the gate and admit us," said Earnscliff; "I am a justice of peace, and in search of the evidence of a felony."
"De'il be in their fingers that draws a bolt for ye," retorted the portress; "for mine shall never do it. Think na ye shame o' yoursels, to come here siccan a band o' ye, wi' your swords and spears, and steel-caps, to frighten a lone widow woman?"
"Our information," said Earnscliff, "is positive; we are seeking goods which have been forcibly carried off, to a great amount."
"And a young woman, that's been cruelly made prisoner, that's worth mair than a' the gear, twice told," said Hobbie.
"And I warn you," continued Earnscliff, "that your only way to prove your son's innocence is to give us quiet admittance to search the house."
"And what will ye do, if I carena to thraw the keys, or draw the bolts, or open
