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Tresler watched him, and the other, looking up, caught his eye. "Guess these things is kind o' tricksy," he observed, in explanation, "I got it jammed oncet. It's a decent weapon but noo, an' I ain't fer noo fixin's. This hyar," he went on, drawing a second one from its holster, "is a 'six' an' 'ud drop an ox at fifty. Ha'r trigger too. It's a dandy. Guess it wus 'Tough' McCulloch's.
She'll run easy enough then." But at this the smuggler suddenly ceased his desperate efforts to get free, and lay perfectly still. "He's turned over a noo leaf, Master Aleck, and p'raps I shall manage him now. I say, wish I hadn't put them two pieces o' board over the pitch; he's got it just under his back, and it would have helped to hold him still." "Who's that?" said the smuggler, hoarsely.
He made it in mouth-filling phrases, with many teasing generalizations about the ways of the world and the evils of modern society, which was only his gempman's way when playful. But by close application his auditors soon got at the heart of his meaning, to wit: Doctor actually was going uptown to his swell Uncle Beirne's swell Noo Year's reception to-night in Mr. O'Neill's fulldressuit.
I was silent, and Miss Cardigan looked at me. "Is it all right, noo?" she asked. "Except me, " I said with my eyes swimming. "Ah, well!" she said.
For a moment it cam into my held that maybe he was walkin' in his sleep, but as he cam towards me I could see the glint o' the licht in his e'en, and his face was a' twistin', like a man that's in sair distress o' mind. On my conscience, it gies me the shakes noo when I think o' his tall figure and his yelley face comin' sae solemn and silent doon the lang, lone passage.
A gude stock baith: but gin ye'd cross the breed ye maun unite the spirits, and no the manners, o' the men. Why maun ilk a one the noo steal his neebor's barnacles, before he glints out o' windows?
"What gart ye speir than? What for sud a body come screwin' up a straucht stair noo the face an' noo the back o' her?" But that's naething to the p'int.
MacAlister's dominating characteristic, and as soon as he had got his distinguished kinsman out of earshot of the herd, he inquired in a hushed voice: "And what's doing aboot the murder noo, George?" The superintendent pursed his lips and shook his head. "Aye, man, yon's a proper puzzle," said he. "But you'll have gotten a guid idea whae's din it by noo, George?" said Mr. MacAlister persuasively.
An' as that got to-warts the ind o' the month, the impet that began for to look soo maliceful, an' that twirled that's tail faster an' faster each time she gave a guess. At last te came to the last day but one. The impet that come at night along o' the five skeins, an' that said: "What, hain't yew got my name yet?" "Is that Nicodemus?" says she. "Noo, t'ain't," that says.
We call this the Mainland, where we are just now. Many folks make the same mistake about that. I mind of a skipper named Jock Abernethy. Jock had a brig o' his ain, though he kent naething aboot navigation, whatever. Weel, a lang while past it is noo, he was takin' his brig frae Portree, in Skye, across to the West Indies.
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