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"But his blue gown," answered the officer, "is nae protection for assault, robbery, and murder; and my warrant is against him for these crimes." "Murder!" said Edie, "murder! wha did I e'er murder?" "Mr. German Doustercivil, the agent at Glen-Withershins mining-works." "Murder Doustersnivel? hout, he's living, and life-like, man."
They were standing for a moment, looking for the best way to retrace their steps, when out of the black silence behind them there came a faint, far-off cry. Tim clutched the doctor's coat. Davy turned white. "Wha' what's that?" they whispered together. The three stood motionless, listening, and again the sound arose.
But ain o' Livingstone's lads wha deserted at the same time, and has naethin' wrong wi' him except that he belongs to Forfar and has a perpetual drouth, tells me that our twa friends were juist in and oot, no mair than a week wi' the dragoons. My idea is that they went wi' Livingstone to get to us. And what for aye, what for?"
Aweel, in this strait, he bethought him of the twa or three words o' Latin that he used in making out the town's deeds, and he had nae sooner tried the spirit wi' that, than out cam sic a blatter o' Latin about his lugs, that poor Rab Tull, wha was nae great scholar, was clean overwhelmed. Od, but he was a bauld body, and he minded the Latin name for the deed that he was wanting.
"The folk that ha'e the maist need o' a bath are the folk wha never get the chance o' yin," he went on. "Look at that chap wha was in the noo. He never needs to dirty a finger, an' look at the hoose he has to bide in, wi' its fine bathroom an' a' things that he needs. Och, but we are a silly lot o' blockheads!"
The two friends were making a tour of Galloway on horseback. The poet was in bad humour. The night before, during a wild storm of rain and thunder, he had been inspired to the rousing measures of 'Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled. But now he was drenched to the skin, and the rain had damaged a new pair of jemmy boots which he was wearing.
"Aha, lad?" retorted Cuddie, with a knowing look, or what he designed for such, "there 's nae use in telling that, unless I kend wha was asking me." "I commend your prudence, but it is unnecessary; I know you acted on that occasion as servant to Henry Morton." "Ay!" said Cuddie, in surprise, "how came ye by that secret?
Then, laddie, ye wull hae earned yoursel' th' penny-fee for whilk ye hae perilled your saul. "'But, said she, 'my ain bairn, when ye hae won the croun, use it na' at all, though a' the fiends fra' hell tempted ye, but carry it to the kirkyard at mirk midnight; an' when ye hae cannily lichted a bit bleeze, burn the king's croun, an' say wha' I shall tell ye.
"Na, na, ye ken what ye hae, but ye dinna ken what ye micht get. I ken what I hae to pit up wi', wi' a nail in my fit; but wha kens what it micht be gin I had a muckle hole ye could pit yer finger in? Na, na, it's a guid lesson to be content wi' yer doon-settin', or ye may get waur!"
"Sad times indeed!" echoed the old woman; "and O that you suld be endangered wi'them! but wha can help it? ye were ill eneugh guided, and, as I tell your uncle, if ye tread on a worm it will turn." "You were always my advocate, Ailie," said he, and the housekeeper no longer resented the familiar epithet, "and would let no one blame me but yourself, I am aware of that, Where is my uncle?"
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