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The
Law
has
no
cognizance
of
a
pricker
or
onything
like
him
,
and
if
well
-
meaning
folk
under
his
guiding
compass
the
death
of
a
man
or
woman
that
has
not
been
duly
tried
and
sentenced
,
the
Law
will
uphaud
it
to
be
murder
,
just
as
muckle
as
if
a
caird
had
cut
a
throat
at
a
dyke
-
side
.
I
greatly
fear
ye
’
ve
brought
yourselves
into
its
danger
by
this
day
’
s
work
.
"
Mark
spoke
with
an
air
of
anxious
and
friendly
candour
that
called
for
no
opposition
.
Indeed
it
was
plain
that
more
than
one
of
his
hearers
had
similar
doubts
of
their
own
.
"
The
wife
’
s
weel
eneuch
,
"
said
Mirehope
.
"
Ye
’
ll
no
kill
a
tough
auld
greyhen
like
that
wi
’
a
raxed
thumb
or
brunt
taes
.
"
"
I
hope
you
’
re
richt
,
neighbour
,
"
said
Mark
.
"
But
if
she
suld
dee
,
what
will
ye
say
to
the
Shirra
-
-
and
what
to
the
Court
o
’
Justiciar
?
Ye
’
ve
taken
doun
frae
her
mouth
a
long
screed
o
’
crimes
,
but
I
’
m
of
the
minister
’
s
opinion
,
that
they
’
re
what
ony
distrackit
body
wad
admit
that
wasna
verra
strong
in
the
intellectuals
and
fand
her
paiks
[
punishment
]
ower
sair
for
her
.
Lord
bless
me
,
but
they
’
re
maist
o
’
them
owercomes
I
heard
at
my
grannie
’
s
knee
.
I
counsel
ye
in
all
friendliness
to
let
the
minister
do
his
best
to
keep
her
in
life
,
or
it
sticks
in
my
mind
that
Woodilee
will
mak
’
an
ill
showing
when
the
King
’
s
judges
redd
up
the
business
.
"
Chasehope
angrily
dissented
,
but
he
had
few
supporters
.
Most
of
the
others
wore
an
anxious
air
.
"
I
come
to
the
matter
of
the
pricker
.
"
Mark
’
s
homely
wheedling
tones
were
like
those
of
a
packman
in
an
ale
-
house
kitchen
.
"
I
ken
nocht
about
him
,
but
I
canna
say
I
like
the
looks
o
’
him
.
I
doubt
if
I
was
strapped
up
by
the
thumbs
and
had
yon
luntin
’
een
glowering
at
me
I
wad
speak
wi
’
strange
tongues
mysel
’
.
It
’
s
no
that
difficult
for
a
pawky
body
to
gar
a
weaker
vessel
obey
his
will
.
.
.
.
Get
up
off
that
barry
,
"
he
said
sharply
.
"
Stand
ayont
the
licht
till
I
have
a
look
at
ye
.
"
The
words
came
out
like
a
crack
of
a
whip
-
lash
.
The
atmosphere
of
the
place
had
suddenly
changed
,
the
woman
’
s
mutterings
had
ceased
,
and
,
as
David
stood
back
from
the
lantern
,
he
saw
that
Mark
had
moved
forward
and
was
beside
the
pricker
,
a
yard
from
him
,
with
the
light
between
them
,
and
the
faces
of
both
in
full
view
of
the
rest
.
The
one
shambled
to
his
feet
and
set
his
hand
to
his
head
as
if
to
avert
a
blow
,
while
the
other
,
his
dark
face
like
a
thundercloud
,
stood
menacingly
over
against
him
.
"
Look
at
me
,
"
Mark
cried
.
"
Look
me
in
the
een
,
if
there
’
s
that
muckle
smeddum
in
your
breast
.
"
The
eyes
of
the
pricker
were
like
small
dark
points
in
his
dead
-
white
eyeballs
.
