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him tell where he was wounded. Durand and the others broke
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"Had we not better," said Brown, "dismount, and leave him to his fate--or can you, not urge him through the swamp?"
"Na, na," said his pilot, "we maun cross Dumple at no rate--he has mair sense than mony a Christian." So saying, he relaxed the reins, and shook them loosely. "Come now, lad, take your ain way o't--let's see where ye'll take us through."
Dumple, left to the freedom of his own will, trotted briskly to another part of the latch, less promising, as Brown thought, in appearance, but which the animal's sagacity or experience recommended as the safer of the two, and where, plunging in, he attained the other side with. little difficulty.
"I'm glad we're out o' that moss," said Dinmont, "where there's mair stables for horses than change-houses for men--we have the Maiden-way to help us now, at ony rate." Accordingly, they speedily gained a sort of rugged causeway so called, being the remains of an old Roman road which traverses these wild regions in a due northerly direction. Here they got on at the rate o nine or ten miles an hour, Dumple seeking no other respite than what arose from changing his pace from canter to trot. "I could gar him show mair action," said his master, "but we are twa lang-legged chields after a' and it would be a pity to stress Dumple--there wasna the like o' him at Staneshiebank fair the day."
Brown readily assented to the propriety of sparing the horse, and added, that as they were now far out of the reach of the rogues he thought Mr. Dinmont had better tie a handkerchief round his head, for fear of the cold frosty air aggravating the wound.
"What would I do that for?" answered the hardy farmer; "the best way's to let the blood barken [*Encrust] upon the cut--that saves plasters, hinney."
Brown, who in his military profession had seen a great many hard blows pass, could not help remarking, "he had never known such severe strokes received with so much apparent indifference."
"Hout tout, man--I would never be making a humdudgeon [*Fuss] about a scart on the pow-but we'll be in Scotland in five minutes now, and ye maun gang up to Charlies-hope wi' me, that's a clear case."
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