"'Then I may stay with you?' she said.
"And I will not deny but she tempted me sore.
"But swift as the sunbeam that strikes from cloud to hilltop, a thought came to me.
"'Listen to me, Rachel,' I said. 'At the break of day or thereby all will be quiet. The Roaring One and his crew will be snoring in bed——'
"'Or on the floor,' said Rachel, with a quick and dainty sniff of distaste.
"'Either will suffice,' I said. 'Then will we go down and call up the minister. We will cause him to marry us, and then we will fear neither traitor nor slanderer.'
"'But he will not!' she cried. 'Donald Bain is a bishop's hireling, and, besides, our Raif's boon companion.'
"Then I drew my dirk and held it aloft, so that the moonlight ran like molten silver down the blade.
"'See,' said I, 'dear Rachel, if this does not gar the curate of Kirkchrist marry us to a galloping tune, Harry Wedderburn kens not the breed, that is all.'
"'Content!' said she. 'I will do what you say, Harry; only I will not go back to Kirkchrist nor will I part from you now when I have gotten you.'