His words, shouted with authority and roared out in the dark, had some effect. Many of the riders headed south and west down the flow of the Liddel. Others did not. Stray voices gave contradictory orders.
"This is Mangerton!" The voice roared from this side of the Liddel. I knew that Armstrong of Mangerton was one of the chiefs of the Armstrongs so his name carried more authority than any anonymous voice in the dark. "Light the bale fires! Form patrols!"
"That"s not so good," Hugh did not lose his smile. "They will be all around the valley in minutes. We have to hide inside Liddesdale." I could nearly hear his mind working. "Are you superstitious?"
The question took me by surprise. "What?" I am sure I stared blankly at him.
"Are you superstitious? Are you scared of ghosts and bogles an
