He seconded his words with an effort so sudden and unexpected, that he freed Rashleigh from my hold, and securing me, notwithstanding my struggles, in his own Herculean gripe, he called out--"Take the bent, Mr. Rashleigh--Make ae pair o' legs worth twa pair o' hands; ye hae dune that before now." "You may thank this gentleman, kinsman," said Rashleigh, "if I leave any part of my debt to you unpaid; and if I quit you now, it is only in the hope we shall soon meet again without the possibility of interruption." He took up his sword, wiped it, sheathed it, and was lost among the bushes. The Scotchman, partly by force, partly by remonstrance, prevented my following him; indeed I began to be of opinion my doing so would be to little purpose. "As I live by bread," said Campbell, when, after one or two struggles in which he used much forbearance towards me, he perceived me inclined to stand quiet, "I never saw sae daft a callant! I wad hae gien the best man in the country the breadth o' his back gin he had gien me sic a kemping as ye hae dune. What wad ye do?--Wad ye follow the wolf to his den? I tell ye, man, he has the auld trap set for ye--He has got the collector-creature Morris to bring up a' the auld story again, and ye maun look for nae help frae me here, as ye got at Justice Inglewood's;--it isna good for my health to come in the gate o' the whigamore bailie bodies. Now gang your ways hame, like a gude bairn--jouk and let the jaw gae by--Keep out o' sight o' Rashleigh, and Morris, and that MacVittie animal--Mind the Clachan of Aberfoil, as I said before, and by the word of a gentleman, I wunna see ye wranged. But keep a calm sough till we meet again--I maun gae and get Rashleigh out o' the town afore waur comes o't, for the neb o' him's never out o' mischief--Mind the Clachan of Aberfoil."