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When shown into the dining-room, she rushed up to her, and caught her to her bosom, crying, "Ye ill-contrived smatchit! What hae ye been aboot, rinnin' awa' this gait? I wonner ye wasna droont i' the Glamour." "I don't see what better you could expect of your own child, Mrs Constable, if you go spreading reports against other people's children," said Mrs Forbes bitterly.
"Well, it iss droont he would have been in all probabeelity," said Angus, "for he was on the wrong road when I met him, an' he couldn't find the right wan, whatever. Shon Flett iss a good man, but he iss also foolish.
She knew her husband must have whisky, and, like a wise woman, got him to take as large a proportion of the immitigable quantity as possible at home. Peter went to the door to reconnoitre. An' I do believe it was Annie Anderson. The cratur'll be droont. I'll jist rin efter her." "An' be droont yersel, Peter Whaup! She's a wise lass, an' can tak care o' hersel. Lat ye her rin."
We're middlin' dacent up here; but the lave o' the place is dreadfu'. Eh for the bonnie leys o' Bodyfauld! Gin ye see my father, tell him I'm nane waur than I was. 'They think ye droont i' the Dyer's Pot, as they ca' 't. 'There I am again! she said 'miles awa' an' nae time to be lost! My lord has a man they ca' Mitchell. Ower weel I ken him.
If Thomas had been a swearing man, what a terrible oath he would have sworn in the wrath which this response of the weaver roused in his apprehensive soul! But Truffey was again trying to speak, and with a "Be ashamed o' yersel', Jeames Johnstone," the mason bent his ear to listen. "They'll be droont. They'll be taen awa. They canna win oot." Thomas and Alec turned and stared at each other.
What's happent till him? Is he droont, or killt? The Lord preserve's! She'll dee o' 't." "Na, lass. It's a hantle waur nor a' that." In no other way than as torture could she conceive of worse than being killed. "Ye gar me grue," said Mrs Constable, with a shudder.
'But, granny! hoo ever Betty, no to say you, cud hae driven oot a puir half-stervit cratur like Shargar, even supposin' he oucht to hae been in coaties, and no in troosers and the mither o' him run awa' an' left him it's mair nor I can unnerstan. I misdoobt me sair but he's gane and droont himsel'.
He must have been a strange being to look at, I always think, at this point of his development, with his huge nose, his black eyes, his lanky figure, and his sober countenance, on which a smile was rarely visible, but from which burst occasional guffaws of laughter. At the words 'droont himsel', Mrs. Falconer started. 'Rin, laddie, rin, she said, 'an' fess him back direckly! Betty!
"The Lord preserve 's!" cried Jean Mavor, with uplifted hands, when she saw them enter the kitchen. "He'll dee that, mem," returned Janet, with a smile. "But what can he dee? Gien ye be droont oot o' the hills, what's to come o' hiz i' the how? I wad ken that!" said Jean. "The watter's no up to yer door yet," remarked Janet.
Robert seized the opportunity of turning away and entering the house. 'That ane's no to be droont or brunt aither, said Lumley, as he disappeared. 'He'll no be hang't for closin' your mou', Mr. Lumley, said the shoemaker. Thereupon Lumley turned and followed Robert into the inn.
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