Chapter 20

All in the Trosachs' glen was still, Noontide was sleeping on the hill: Sudden his guide whooped loud and high— 'Murdoch! was that a signal cry?'— He stammered forth, 'I shout to scare Yon raven from his dainty fare.' He looked—he knew the raven's prey, His own brave steed: 'Ah! gallant gray! For thee—for me, perchance—'t were well We ne'er had seen the Trosachs' dell.— Murdoch, move first—but silently; Whistle or whoop, and thou shalt die!' Jealous and sullen on they fared, Each silent, each upon his guard.