"
"And you are determined we shall have time to make it," said Ravenswood,
somewhat amused with the shifts the old man used to detain them without
doors until his confederate Mysie had made her preparations within.
"Oh, never mind the outside of the house, my good friend," said Bucklaw;
"let's see the inside, and let our horses see the stable, that's all."
"Oh yes, sir--ay, sir--unquestionably, sir--my lord and ony of his
honourable companions----"
"But our horses, my friend--our horses; they will be dead-founded by
standing here in the cold after riding hard, and mine is too good to be
spoiled; therefore, once more, our horses!" exclaimed Bucklaw.
"True--ay--your horses--yes--I will call the grooms"; and sturdily did
Caleb roar till the old tower rang again: "John--William--Saunders!
The lads are gane out, or sleeping," he observed, after pausing for an
answer, which he knew that he had no human chance of receiving. "A'
gaes wrang when the Master's out-bye; but I'll take care o' your cattle
mysell."
"I think you had better," said Ravenswood, "otherwise I see little
chance of their being attended to at all.
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