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CHAPTER III.

How Jean was brought to Fairnilee.

JW(HE winter went by very sadly. At first

iT the people about Fairnilee expected the
ge English to cross the Border and march
against them. They drove their cattle

out on the wild hills, and into marshes

where only they knew the firm paths,

and raised walls of earth and stones—barmkyns,
they called them—round the old house; and
made many arrows
to shoot out of the
narrow windows
at the English.
Randal used to
like to see the
arrow-making
beside the fire at
night. He was not
afraid; and_ said
he would show the
English what he
could do with his
little bow. But
weeks went on and
no enemy came. Spring drew near, the snow
melted from the hills. One night Randal was