Chapter 28 HUGHIE THE GR ME

Good Lord Scroope to the hills is gane,

Hunting of the fallow deer;

And he has grippit Hughie the Gr?me

For stealing of the Bishop's mare.

'Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be!

Here hangs a broadsword by my side;

And if that thou canst conquer me,

The matter it may soon be tried.'

'I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief;