blind guide leading the
blind, John Gib! Ye shall not long continue sound in the faith or
straight in the way if ye want faithful guides! But chiefly for the
fashion in which ye have used Mr. Cargill, am I come to wrestle with
you,' cried Anton.

"'He is but an hireling,' shouted Muckle John Gib, making his white gown
flutter.

"'Yea, Yea, and Amen!' cried the women that were at his back. But Davie
Jamie, Walter Ker, and John Young, the other three men who were with
him, looked very greatly ashamed and turned away their faces--as indeed
they had great need.

"'Stand up like men! David Jamie, Walter Ker, and John Young!' cried
Anton to them, 'Do ye bide to take part with these silly women and this
hulker from the bilboes, or will ye return with me to good doctrine and
wholesome correction?'

"But the three men answered not a word, looking like men surprised in a
shameful thing and without their needful garments.

"'Cargill me no Cargills!' said John Gib; 'he is a traitor, a led
captain and an hireling. He deserted the poor and went to another land.
He came hither to us, yet neither preached to us nor prayed with us.'

"John Young looked about him as John Gib said this, as though he would
have contradicted him had he dared. But he was silent again and looked
at the ground.

"'Nay,' said Auld Anton, 'that is a lie, John Gib; for I know that he
offered to preach to you, standing with his Bible open between his hands
as is his ordinary. But ye wanted him to promise to confine his
preaching to you--which when he would not consent to do, ye were for
thrusting him out. And he came home, wet and weary, with the cold
easterly wet fog all night upon the muir, very melancholy, and with
great grief for you all upon his spirit!'

"Then at this John Gib became suddenly very furious and drew a pistol
upon us. This made Anton Lennox laugh.

"'I shall come down and wrestle with your pistols in a wee, John Gib.
But I have a word to say to you all first.'

"He stood awhile and looked at them with contempt as if they were the
meanest wretches under heaven, as indeed they were.

"'You, John Gib, that lay claim to being a wizard, I have little to say
to you. Ye have drawn away these silly folk with your blasphemous
devices. Your name is legion, for there are many devils within you. You
are the herd of swine after the devils had entered into them. Hath your
master given you any word to speak before I come down to you?'

"'Ay,'