"You must find some one to go, Jenny; life and death depend upon it."
"I wad gang mysel, my leddy, for I could creep out at the window o' the pantry, and speel down by the auld yew-tree weel eneugh—I hae played that trick ere now. But the road's unco wild, and sae mony red-coats about, forby the whigs, that are no muckle better, (the young lads o' them) if they meet a fraim body their lane in the muirs. I wadna stand for the walk—I can walk ten miles by moonlight weel eneugh."
"Is there no one you can think of, that, for money or favour, would serve me so far?" said Edith, in great anxiety.
"I dinna ken," said Jenny, after a moment's consideration, "unless it be Guse Gibbie; and he'll maybe no ken the way, though it's no sae difficult to hit, if he keep the horse-road, and mind the turn at the Cappercleuch, and dinna drown himsel in Whomlekirn-pule, or fa' ower the scaur at the De'il's Loaning, or miss ony o' the kittle
