"Inside they made an awfu’ steer, pokin’ here and searchin’ there, nosin’ even into the meal barrel and castin’ the blankets off the beds after Claver’se himsel’ had driven his sword through and through them. Then ane o’ the troopers spied a ladder in the corner, and up he goes into the loft, and Claver’se follows him. Then they cam’ doon again, Claver’se leadin’ and no’ lookin’ pleased like. He stalked oot o’ the kitchen into the open air. Juist then the daft laddie let a screech oot o’ him, and Claver’se flung up his heid. ’What the devil is he yelling about?’ he cried. ’I’ll stop his girning!’ and wi’ that he shouted an order and twa sodgers ran forward and cuttin’ the thongs frae his wrists, dragged him tae the wall o’ the hoose. They cast their hands off him, but stood near enough to keep him frae runnin’ away. He looked at the dragoons wi’ a simple look on his face, and then his e’en wandered away to the blue hills in the distance,--’From whence cometh mine aid,’ he said. But he spoke nae mair, for, wi’ a quick ’Make ready: present: fire!’ Claver’se let his sword drop, the muskets crashed, and the boy fell deid. ’A good riddance,’ said Claver’se, spurning the body with his foot. ’There’s enough daft folk in the world,’ and he laughed. "There was a sudden turmoil among the men, and the soond o’ a woman’s voice. The guid-wife was strugglin’ to free hersel’, and as she did so she shouted, ’Inhuman deevils! Is there nae milk o’ mercy in yer herts? What has the puir lad done that ye should murder him?’ But a word frae her husband quieted her, ’Jean,’ he said--that was a’; but she stood quite still and struggled nae mair, though the tears streamed doon her face. Then Claver’se made a sign and Andra was unbound and led before him, and at the same time the troopers let go their hold o’ the woman and she cam’ and stood beside her man. ’Daldowie,’ says Claver’se, ’you have long been suspected of consorting with and harbouring the hill-men. I have caught you red-handed to-day in the act of succouring one of them; and in your house I have found proof that you have sheltered fugitives from justice. What have you to say for yourself?’ Andra looked his judge straight in the face. ’The facts are against me, sir; but I ha’e dune naething for which my conscience rebukes me, and I am ready to answer to God.’ "’More cant! More cant!’ roared Claver’se. ’You have to answer to me, the representative of the King. God only comes into the question later,’ and he laughed as though he had said a clever thing. ’Will ye tak’ the Test? Will ye swear allegiance to the King?’"