Of the remaining three, Dickie took two, which belonged to Johnie and Willie Armstrong, and the one belonging to the Laird’s Jock he left loose in the stable. Leaping on one, he took the other along with him, and rode off as fast as he could. When day came, there were great shouts and cries. "Who has done this," quoth the good Laird’s Jock; "see that ye tell me the truth." "It is Dickie that has been in the stable last night, and has taken the horses." "Ye never would listen to me," said the good Laird’s Jock, "though I told ye true tales. Ye would never stay out of England but would steal everything, till ye were crooked and blind." "Lend me thy bay," said fair Johnie; "he is the only horse loose in the stable, and I’ll either fetch back Dick o’ the Cow, or he shall die." "Lend thee my bay!" said Jock; "he is worth gold and good money. Dick o’ the Cow has taken two horses; I would not ye make them three." Johnie, however, took the Laird’s steel jacket on his back, and a two-handed sword by his side, and a steel cap on his head, and galloped after Dickie, who was barely three miles from the town when Johnie overtook him on Cannobie Lee, on the borders of Liddesdale. "Abide, abide, thou traitor thief!" cried Armstrong; "the day is come that thou shalt die!" Dickie looked over his left shoulder and said, "Johnie, hast thou no more in thy company? There is a preacher in our chapel who teaches all the livelong day, and when day is gone and night has come, there are only three words I remember—the first and second are Faith and Conscience—the third is ’Ne’er let a traitor free.’ What faith and conscience was thine, Johnie, when thou tookest away my three cows? And when thou hadst taken them away, thou wast not satisfied. Thou sentest thy brother Willie, and took away three coverlets off my wife’s bed!" Then Johnie let his spear fall low by his side, and thought he would have killed Dickie, but the powers above were stronger than he, and he only succeeded in running through the fool’s jerkin. Dickie out with his sword and ran after him, and when he could not get at him with the blade, he felled him with the butt-end over the eye, felled Johnie Armstrong, the finest man in the south country. "Gramercy," said Dickie, "I had but two horses, thou hast made them three!"—and he took Johnie’s steel jacket off his back and his two-handed sword, and his steel cap. "Farewell, Johnie," said he, "I’ll tell my master I met thee." When Johnie wakened out of his swoon, he was a sad man. "Art thou gone, Dickie?" he said. "Then the shame and woe are left with me. Art thou gone? Then, Dickie, the devil go in thy company, for if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never again fight with a fool."