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 horse-foot, and sure aneugh I cam to a place where there had been some clean leathering, and a' the puir chields were lying there busket wi' their claes just as they had put them on that morning—naebody had found out that pose o'carcages—and wha suld be in the midst thereof (as my mither says) but our auld acquaintance, Serjeant Bothwell?"

"Ay, has that man fallen?" said Morton.

"Troth has he," answered Cuddie; "and his e'en were open, and his brow bent, and his teeth clenged thegither, like the jaws of a trap for foumarts when the spring's doun—I was amaist feared to look at him; however, I thought to hae turn about wi' him, and sae I e'en riped his pouches, as he had done many an honester man's; and here's your ain siller again (or your uncle's, which is the same) that he got at Milnwood that unlucky night that made us a' sodgers thegither."