CHAPTER EIGHTH.
For he was one in all their idle sport, And like a monarch, ruled their little court The pliant bow he formed, the flying ball, The bat, the wicket, were his labours all.
Crabbe's Village.
Francis Macraw, agreeably to the commands of his master, attended the mendicant, in order to see him fairly out of the estate, without permitting him to have conversation, or intercourse, with any of the Earl's dependents or domestics.

But, judiciously considering that the restriction did not extend to himself, who was the person entrusted with the convoy, he used every measure in his power to extort from Edie the nature of his confidential and secret interview with Lord Glenallan.

But Edie had been in his time accustomed to cross-examination, and easily evaded those of his quondam comrade.

"The secrets of grit folk," said Ochiltree within himself, "are just like the wild beasts that are shut up in cages.

Keep them hard and fast sneaked up, and it's a' very weel or better--but ance let them out, they will turn and rend you.