had been to cost his hanging, he wadna hae stude twice about it."
"D—n Cuddie," retorted the dragoon, "he'll be hanged in good earnest, I hope. I saw him to-day at Milnwood with his old puritanical b——— of a mother, and if I had thought I was to have had him cast in my dish, I would have brought him up at my horse's tail—we had law enough to bear us out."
"Very weel, very weel—See if Cuddie winna hae a lang shot at you ane o' thae days, if ye gaur him tak the muir wi' sae mony honest folk. He can hit a mark brawly; he was third at the popinjay; and he's as true of his promise as of e'e and hand, though he disna mak sic a phrase about it as some acquaintance o' yours—But it's a' ane to me—Come, cousin, we'll awa'."
"Stay, Jenny; d—n me, if I hang fire more than another when I have said a thing," said the soldier in a hesitating tone. "Where is the serjeant?"
