Him the intrepid armourer had caught by the throat in the scuffle,
and held as fast as the greyhound holds the hare. The other wounded
men were borne off by their comrades.

"Here are a sort of knaves breaking peace within burgh," said Henry
to the neighbours who began to assemble; "make after the rogues.
They cannot all get off, for I have maimed some of them: the blood
will guide you to them."

"Some Highland caterans," said the citizens; "up and chase,
neighbours!"

"Ay, chase--chase! leave me to manage this fellow," continued
the armourer.

The assistants dispersed in different directions, their lights
flashing and their cries resounding through the whole adjacent
district.

In the mean time the armourer's captive entreated for freedom, using
both promises and threats to obtain it. "As thou art a gentleman,"
he said, "let me go, and what is past shall be forgiven."

"I am no gentleman," said Henry--"I am Hal of the Wynd, a burgess
of Perth; and I have done nothing to need forgiveness."

"Villain, then hast done thou knowest not what! But let me go, and
I will fill thy bonnet with gold pieces."

"I shall fill thy bonnet with a cloven head presently," said the