never keep two days longer, and the first that sings out will get the reward."
"That's true, too," answered his comrade; "and will this fellow—this. Basil Olifant, pay handsomely?"
"Like a prince, man; Evandale is the man on earth whom he hates worst, and he fears him beside about some law business, and were he once rubbed out of the way, all, he thinks, will be his own."
"But shall we have warrants and force enough? Few people here will stir against my Lord, and we may find him with some of our own fellows at his back."
"Thou'rt a cowardly fool, Dick," returned Inglis; "he is living quietly down at Fairy-knowe to avoid suspicion. Olifant is a magistrate, and will have some of his own people that he can trust along with him. There are us two, and the laird says he can get a desperate fighting whig fellow, called Quintin Mackell, that has an old grudge at Evandale."
