penny to encourage his respect for martialists. This munificence
occasioned their being followed by a crowd of boys, laughing and
hallooing, until Henry Smith, turning back, threatened to switch
the foremost of them--a resolution which they did not wait to
see put in execution.

"Here are we the witnesses," said the little man on the large horse,
as they joined Simon Glover at the East Port; "but where are they
that should back us? Ah, brother Henry! authority is a load for an
ass rather than a spirited horse: it would but clog the motions of
such young fellows as you and me."

"I could well wish to see you bear ever so little of that same
weight, worthy Master Proudfute," replied Henry Gow, "were it but
to keep you firm in the saddle; for you bounce aloft as if you were
dancing a jig on your seat, without any help from your legs."

"Ay--ay; I raise myself in my stirrups to avoid the jolting. She
is cruelly hard set this mare of mine; but she has carried me in
field and forest, and through some passages that were something
perilous, so Jezabel and I part not. I call her Jezabel, after the
Princess of Castile."

"Isabel, I suppose you mean," answered the smith.

"Ay--Isabel, or Jezabel--all the same, you know. But here comes
Bailie Craigdallie at last, with that poor, creeping, cowardly
creature the pottingar. They have brought two town officers with
their partizans, to guard their fair persons, I suppose. If there
is one thing I hate more than another, it is such a sneaking varlet