"I'll break the accursed neck of him," said Hobbie, "if there werena another Graeme in the land but himsell!"She proceeded to say, that she was carried southward along with the party, and the spoil which they drove before them, until they had crossed the Border.Suddenly a person, known to her as a kinsman of Westburnflat, came riding very fast after the marauders, and told their leader, that his cousin had learnt from a sure hand that no luck would come of it, unless the lass was restored to her friends.After some discussion, the chief of the party seemed to acquiesce.Grace was placed behind her new guardian, who pursued in silence, and with great speed, the least-frequented path to the Heugh-foot, and ere evening closed, set down the fatigued and terrified damsel within a quarter of a mile of the dwelling of her friends.Many and sincere were the congratulations which passed on all sides.
As these emotions subsided, less pleasing considerations began to intrude themselves.
"This is a miserable place for ye a'," said Hobbie, looking around him;"I can sleep weel eneugh mysell outby beside the naig, as I hae done mony a lang night on the hills; but how ye are to put yoursells up, I canna see! And what's waur, I canna mend it; and what's waur than a', the morn may come, and the day after that, without your being a bit better off.""It was a cowardly cruel thing," said one of the sisters, looking round, "to harry a puir family to the bare wa's this gate.""And leave us neither stirk nor stot," said the youngest brother, who now entered, "nor sheep nor lamb, nor aught that eats grass and corn.""If they had ony quarrel wi' us," said Harry, the second brother, "were we na ready to have fought it out? And that we should have been a' frae hame, too,--ane and a' upon the hill--Odd, an we had been at hame, Will Graeme's stamach shouldna hae wanted its morning; but it's biding him, is it na, Hobbie?""Our neighbours hae taen a day at the Castleton to gree wi' him at the sight o' men," said Hobbie, mournfully; "they behoved to have it a' their ain gate, or there was nae help to be got at their hands.""To gree wi' him!" exclaimed both his brothers at once, "after siccan an act of stouthrife as hasna been heard o' in the country since the auld riding days!""Very true, billies, and my blood was e'en boiling at it; but the sight o' Grace Armstrong has settled it brawly.""But the stocking, Hobbie'" said John Elliot; "we're utterly ruined.Harry and I hae been to gather what was on the outby land, and there's scarce a cloot left.I kenna how we're to carry on--We maun a' gang to the wars, I think.Westburnflat hasna the means, e'en if he had the will, to make up our loss; there's nae mends to be got out o' him, but what ye take out o' his banes.He hasna a four-footed creature but the vicious blood thing he rides on, and that's sair trash'd wi' his night wark.We are ruined stoop and roop."Hobbie cast a mournful glance on Grace Armstrong, who returned it with a downcast look and a gentle sigh.
"Dinna be cast down, bairns," said the grandmother, "we hae gude friends that winna forsake us in adversity.There's Sir Thomas Kittleloof is my third cousin by the mother's side, and he has come by a hantle siller,and been made a knight-baronet into the bargain, for being ane o' the commissioners at the Union.""He wadna gie a bodle to save us frae famishing," said Hobbie; "and, if he did, the bread that I bought wi't would stick in my throat, when I thought it was part of the price of puir auld Scotland's crown and independence.""There's the Laird o' Dunder, ane o' the auldest families in Tiviotdale." "He's in the tolbooth, mother--he's in the Heart of Mid-Louden for athousand merk he borrowed from Saunders Wyliecoat the writer.""Poor man!" exclaimed Mrs.Elliot, "can we no send him something, Hobbie?""Ye forget, grannie, ye forget we want help oursells," said Hobbie, somewhat peevishly.
"Troth did I, hinny," replied the good-natured lady, "just at the instant; it's sae natural to think on ane's blude relations before themsells;--But there's young Earnscliff.""He has ower little o' his ain; and siccan a name to keep up, it wad be a shame," said Hobbie, "to burden him wi' our distress.And I'll tell ye, grannie, it's needless to sit rhyming ower the style of a' your kith, kin, and allies, as if there was a charm in their braw names to do us good; the grandees hae forgotten us, and those of our ain degree hae just little eneugh to gang on wi' themsells; ne'er a friend hae we that can, or will, help us to stock the farm again.""Then, Hobbie, me maun trust in Him that can raise up friends and fortune out o' the bare moor, as they say."Hobbie sprung upon his feet."Ye are right, grannie!" he exclaimed; "ye are right.I do ken a friend on the bare moor, that baith can and will help us--The turns o' this day hae dung my head clean hirdie-girdie.I left as muckle gowd lying on Mucklestane-Moor this morning as would plenish the house and stock the Heugh-foot twice ower, and I am certain sure Elshie wadna grudge us the use of it.""Elshie!" said his grandmother in astonishment; "what Elshie do you mean?""What Elshie should I mean, but Canny Elshie, the Wight o'
Mucklestane," replied Hobbie.
