"Where are ye going, ye keen hunters?" quoth Sakelde.
"We go to hunt an English stag that has trespassed on Scottish ground."
"Where are ye going, ye martial men?"
"We go to catch a rank robber that has broken faith with the bold Buccleuch."
"Where are ye going, ye mason lads, with all these long high ladders?"
"We go to harry a corbie's nest not far from here."
"Where are ye going, ye broken men?" said false Sakelde.
But Dickie of Dryhope, leader of the broken men, had never a word of learning, and answered nothing.
"Why trespass ye on the English side? Stand! ye raw-footed outlaws!"
Never a word yet said Dickie, but for answer ran his lance clean through the body of the false Sakelde.