XXVIII. THE WELL-HOUSE OF EARLSTOUN XXIX. CUPBOARD LOVE XXX. THE BULL OF EARLSTOUN'S HOMECOMING XXXI. JEAN'S WA'S XXXII. PLAIN WORDS UPON MEN XXXIII. THE GARDENER OF BALMAGHIE XXXIV. THE TESTING OF THE TYKE XXXV. KATE OF THE DARK BROWS XXXVI. THE BLACK HORSE COMES TO BALMAGHIE XXXVII. A CAVALIER'S WOOING XXXVIII. IN COVE MACATERICK XXXIX. THE BOWER OF THE STAR XL. MARDROCHAT THE SPY XLI. THE HOUSE OF THE BLACK CATS XLII. THE NICK O' THE DEID WIFE XLIII. THE VENGEANCE OF "YON" XLIV. A DESIRABLE GENERAL MEETING XLV. THE OUTFACING OF CLAVERS XLVI. THE FIGHT AT THE CALDONS XLVII. THE GALLOWAY FLAIL XLVIII. THE FIGHT IN THE GUT OF THE ENTERKIN XLIX. THE DEATH OF MARDROCHAT L. THE BREAKING OF THE THIEVES' HOLE LI. THE SANDS OF WIGTOWN LII. THE MADNESS OF THE BULL OF EARLSTOUN LIII. UNDER SENTENCE OF DEATH LIV. ROBBERY ON THE KING'S HIGHWAY LV. THE RED MAIDEN LVI. THE MAID ON THE WHITE HORSE FOLLOWETH THE AUTHOR'S CONCLUSION THE MEN OF THE MOSS-HAGS. CHAPTER I. MY GOSSIP, MAISIE MAY. It was upon the fair green braes that look over the Black Water of Dee near by where it meets the clear Ken, that Maisie May and I played many a morning at Wanderers and King's men. I mind it as it were yesterday, for the dales and holms were pranked out with white hawthorn and broad gowans, and by our woodland hiding-places little frail wildflowers grew, nodding at us as we lay and held our breath. Now Maisie Lennox (for that was her proper given name) was my cousin, and had been gossip of mine ever since we came to the age of five years; Sandy, my elder brother, making nothing of me because I was so much younger and he ever hot upon his own desires. Neither, if the truth must be told, did I wear great love upon him at any time. When we fell out, as we did often, he would pursue after me and beat me; but mostly I clodded him with pebble stones, whereat I had the advantage, being ever straight of eye and sure of aim. Whereas Sandy was gleyed[1] and threw stones like a girl, for all the stoutness of his arm. [Footnote 1: Could not see straight.] But that is not to say like Maisie Lennox, who was Anthony Lennox's daughter, and could throw stones with any one. She lived at the Lesser Duchrae above the Black Water. As for me I lived at Earlstoun on the hillside above the Ken, which is a far step from the Duchrae. But our fathers were of the one way of thinking, and being cousins by some former alliance and friends of an ancient kindliness, it so happened, as I say, that Maisie Lennox and I played much together. Also my mother had great tenderness of heart for the bit lass that had no mother, and a father as often on the moors with the wildfowl, as at home with his one little maid.