eight o'clock
And a ' nicht Dandie had his nose to the grund like a tyke , and the ithers followed and spak ' naething , neither black nor white . There was nae noise to be heard , but just the sough of the swalled burns , and Hob , the dour yin , risping his teeth as he gaed . '' With the first glint of the morning they saw they were on the drove-road , and at that the four stopped and had a dram to their breakfasts , for they knew that Dand must have guided them right , and the rogues could be but little ahead , hot foot for Edinburgh by the way of the Pentland Hills . By eight o'clock they had word of them -- a shepherd had seen four men `` uncoly mishandled '' go by in the last hour . `` That 's yin a piece , '' says Clem , and swung his cudgel . `` Five o ' them ! '' says Hob .