the hour of twelve
cried the young laird fiercely , `` are ye such a base knave as to strike a fettered prisoner ! Shame fa ' ye , man ! where is the pride o ' the Murrays now ? '' Sir Gideon evidently felt the rebuke , and , withdrawing from the apartment , said , as he departed -- `` Remember that when the sun-dial shall to-morrow note the hour of twelve , so surely shall ye be brought forth -- and a wife shall be your lot , or the wuddy your doom . '' `` Leave me ! '' cried the youth impatiently , `` and the gallows be it -- my choice is made . Till my last hour trouble me not again . ''