I have my own case as an instance—where first I was restored from a high fever by their skill, and, second, from a fit of suffocation far more deadly. The storms of the day before had passed and a light frost set in which made the air clear and sharp and the countryside plain even to the distances. We were passing under the great mass of Tintock—a high, hump-backed hill which rises sheer from the level land and stands like a mighty sentinel o’er the upper Clyde valley. We travelled slow, for the wounded were not fit to bear much speed, and many of the folk walked to suffer the horses to be yoked to the carts. After a little I espied the captain walking at the side, with his shoulder and cheeks bandaged, but as erect and haughty as ever. Seeing that I was awake, he came over beside me and asked very kindly after my health. His tenderness toward me was as great as if I had been his son or nearest blood-kin. When I told him that I was well and would get down and walk beside him, he said that that would be a most unbecoming thing and would never do, but that he would have a horse brought me from the back. So a horse was brought, an excellent black, with white on its fetlocks, and I mounted; and despite some little stiffness, found it much to my liking. He told of the end of the battle and all the details of its course. He was in the highest spirits, for though his folk were sore wounded, they had yet beaten their foes and sent them off in a worse plight than themselves. Above all he was full of a childish vanity in his own prowess. "Saw you that muckle bullion, Kennedy, Master Burnet? I gied him some gey licks, but I never could win near eneuch to him for his muckle airm. You grippit him weel and he’ll no bother us mair. His ain folk ’ll keep quiet eneuch aboot the affair, I’ll warrant, so we may look to hear naething mair aboot it. I’m thinking tae, that the Yerl ’ll no seek to come back my gate again. I tried to mak him fecht like a gentleman, but faith, he wadna dae’t. He just keepit cuttin’ at my shanks till I was fair wild, and telled some o’ our ain folk to tak the legs frae the body wi’ a scythe-stick. I haena seen a fecht like it since that at the Romanno Brig fifteen years syne, atween the Faas and the Shawes, when they were gaun frae Haddington to Harestane. Our folk wad hae been in’t if they hadna come’t up ower late and juist seen the end o’t." "And will you have no farther trouble about the matter?" I asked. "If the justice gets word of it will you not suffer?"