rself； Mr。 Fleecebumpkin； for you pretend to know a thing or two； and Robin had not art enough even to peel before setting to； but fought with his plaid dangling about him。Stand up； Robin； my man！ All friends now； and let me hear the man that will speak a word against you； or your country； for your sake。〃
Robin Oig was still under the dominion of his passion； and eager to renew the onset； but being withheld on the one side by the peacemaking Dame Heskett； and on the other； aware that Wakefield no longer meant to renew the combat； his fury sunk into gloomy sullenness。
〃Come； come； never grudge so much at it； man；〃 said the brave… spirited Englishman； with the placability of his country； 〃shake hands； and we will be better friends than ever。〃
〃Friends！〃 exclaimed Robin Oig with strong emphasis〃friends！ Never。 Look to yourself； Harry Waakfelt。〃
〃Then the curse of Cromwell on your proud Scots stomach； as the man says in the play； and you may do your worst； and be dd； for one man can say nothing more to another after a tussle； than that he is sorry for it。〃
On these terms the friends parted。 Robin Oig drew out； in silence； a piece of money； threw it on the table； and then left the alehouse。 But turning at the door； he shook his hand at Wakefield； pointing with his forefinger upwards； in a manner which might imply either a threat or a caution。 He then disappeared in the moonlight。
Some words passed after his departure； between the bailiff； who piqued himself on being a little of a bully； and Harry Wakefield； who； with generous inconsistency； was now not indisposed to begin a new combat in defence of Robin Oig's reputation； 〃although he could not use his daddles like an Englishman； as it did not come natural to him。〃 But Dame Heskett prevented this second quarrel from coming to a head by her peremptory interference。 〃There should be no more fighting in her house；〃 she said； 〃there had been too much already。And you； Mr。 Wakefield； may live to learn；〃 she added； 〃what it is to make a deadly enemy out of a good friend。〃
〃Pshaw； dame！ Robin Oig is an honest fellow； and will never keep malice。〃
〃Do not trust to that； you do not know the dour temper of the Scots； though you have dealt with them so often。 I have a right to know them； my mother being a Scot。〃
〃And so is well seen on her daughter；〃 said Ralph Heskett。
This nuptial sarcasm gave the discourse another turn。 Fresh customers entered the tap…room or kitchen； and others left it。 The conversation turned on the expected markets； and the report of prices from different parts both of Scotland and England。 Treaties were commenced； and Harry Wakefield was lucky enough to find a chap for a part of his drove； and at a very considerable profitan event of consequence more than sufficient to blot out all remembrances of the unpleasant scuffle in the earlier part of the day。 But there remained one party from whose mind that recollection could not have been wiped away by the possession of every head of cattle betwixt Esk and Eden。
This was Robin Oig M'Combich。 〃That I should have had no weapon；〃 he said； 〃and for the first time in my life！ Blighted be the tongue that bids the Highlander part with the dirk。 The dirkha！ the English blood！ My Muhme's word！ When did her word fall to the ground？〃
The recollection of the fatal prophecy confirmed the deadly intention which instantly sprang up in his mind。
〃Ha！ Morrison cannot be many miles behind； and if it were an hundred； what then？〃
His impetuous spirit had now a fixed purpose and motive of action； and he turned the light foot of his country towards the wilds； through which he knew； by Mr。 Ireby's report； that Morrison was advancing。 His mind was wholly engrossed by the sense of injuryinjury sustained from a friend； and by the desire of vengeance on one whom he now accounted his most bitter enemy。 The treasured ideas of self…importance and self…opinion of ideal birth and quality； had become more precious to him； （like the hoard to the miser） because he could only enjoy them in secret。 But that hoard was pillagedthe idols which he had secretly worshipped had been desecrated and profaned。 Insulted； abused； and beaten； he was no longer worthy； in his own opinion； of the name he bore； or the lineage which he belonged to。 Nothing was left to himnothing but revenge； and as the reflection added a galling spur to every step； he determined it should be as sudden and signal as the offence。
When Robin Oig left the door of the alehouse； seven or eight English miles at least lay betwixt Morrison and him。 The advance of the former was slow； limited by the sluggish pace of his cattle； the latter left behind him stubble…field and hedgerow； crag and dark heath； all glittering with frost…rime in the broad November moonlight； at the rate of six miles an hour。 And now the distant lowing of Morrison's cattle is heard； and now they are seen creeping like moles in size and slowness of motion on the broad face of the moor； and now he meets thempasses them； and stops their conductor。
〃May good betide us；〃 said the Westlander。 〃Is this you； Robin M'Combich； or your wraith？〃
〃It is Robin Oig M'Combich；〃 answered the Highlander； 〃and it is not。 But never mind that； put pe giving me the skene…dhu。〃
〃What！ you are for back to the Highlands！ The devil！ Have you selt all off before the fair？ This beats all for quick markets！〃
〃I have not soldI am not going northmaype I will never go north again。 Give me pack my dirk； Hugh Morrison； or there will pe words petween us。〃
〃Indeed； Robin； I'll be better advised before I gie it back to you； it is a wanchancy weapon in a Highlandman's hand； and I am thinking you will be about some harns…breaking。〃
〃Prutt； trutt！ let me have my weapon；〃 said Robin Oig impatiently。
〃Hooly and fairly；〃 said his well…meaning friend。 〃I'll tell you what will do better than these dirking doings。 Ye ken Highlander； and Lowlander； and Border…men are a' ae man's bairns when you are over the Scots dyke。 See； the Eskdale callants； and fighting Charlie of Liddesdale； and the Lockerby lads； and the four Dandies of Lustruther； and a wheen mair grey plaids； are coming up behind； and if you are wranged； there is the hand of a Manly Morrison； we'll see you righted； if Carlisle and Stanwix baith took up the feud。〃
〃To tell you the truth；〃 said Robin Oig； desirous of eluding the suspicions of his friend； 〃I have enlisted with a party of the Black Watch； and must march off to…morrow morning。〃
〃Enlisted！ Were you mad or drunk？ You must buy yourself off。 I can lend you twenty notes； and twenty to that； if the drove sell。〃
〃I thank youthank ye； Hughie； but I go with good…will the gate that I am going。 So the dirk； the dirk！〃
〃There it is for you then； since less wunna serve。 But think on what I was saying。 Waes me； it will be sair news in the braes of Balquidder that Robin Oig M'Combich should have run an ill gate； and ta'en on。〃
〃Ill news in Balquidder； indeed！〃 echoed poor Robin。 〃But Cot speed you； Hughie； and send you good marcats。 Ye winna meet with Robin Oig again； either at tryste or fair。〃
So saying； he shook hastily the hand of his acquaintance； and set out in the direction from which he had advanced； with the spirit of his former pace。
〃There is something wrang with the lad；〃 muttered the Morrison to himself； 〃but we will maybe see better into it the morn's morning。〃
But long ere the morning dawned； the catastrophe of our tale had taken place。 It was two hours after the affray had happened； and it was totally forgotten by almost every one； when Robin Oig returned to Heskett's inn。 The place was filled at once by various sorts of men； and with noises corresponding to their character。 There were the grave low sounds of men engaged in busy traffic； with the laugh； the song； and the riotous jest of those who had nothing to do but to enjoy themselves。 Among the last was Harry Wakefield； who； amidst a grinning group of smock… frocks； hobnailed shoes； and jolly English physiognomies； was trolling forth the old ditty；
〃What though my name be Roger； Who drives the plough and cart〃
when he was interrupted by a well…known voice saying in a high and stern voice； marked by the sharp Highland accent； 〃Harry Waakfeltif you be a man stand up！〃
〃What is the matter？what is it？〃 the guests demanded of each other。
〃It is only a dd Scotsman；〃 said Fleecebumpkin； who was by this time very drunk； 〃whom Harry Wakefield helped to his broth to… day； who is now come to have HIS CAULD KAIL het again。〃
〃Harry Waakfelt；〃 repeated the same ominous summons； 〃stand up； if you be a man！〃
There is something in the tone of deep and concentrated passion； which attracts attention and imposes awe； even by the very sound。 The guests shrunk back on every side； and gazed at the Highlander as he stood in the middle of them； his brows bent； and his features rigid with resolution。
〃I will stand up with all my heart； Robin； my boy； but it shall be to shake hands with you； and drink down all unkindness。 It is not the fault of your heart； man； that you don't know how to clench your hands。〃
By this time he stood opposite to his antagonist； his open and unsuspecting look strangely contrasted with the stern purpose； which gleamed wild； dark； and vindictive in the eyes of the Highlander。
〃'Tis not thy fault； man； that； not having the luck to be an Englishman； thou canst not fight more than a school…girl。〃
〃I can fight；〃 answered Robin Oig sternly； but calmly； 〃and you shall know it。 You； Harry Waakfelt； showed me to…day how the Saxon churls fight； I show you now how the Highland Dunnie…wassel fights。〃
He seconded the word with the action； and plunged the dagger； which he suddenly displayed； into the broad breast of the English yeoman； with such fatal certainty and force that the hilt made a hollow sound against the breast…bone； and the double…edged point split the very heart of his victim。 Harry Wakefield fell and expired with a single groan。 His assassin next seized the bailiff by the collar； and offered the bloody poniard to his throat； whilst dread and surprise rendered the man incapable of defence。
〃It were very just to lay you peside him；〃 he said；