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The rear of the Hospital faces North, and they ran down a corridor full of dust, ending in more glazed doors, and tore out upon the back stoep, wide and roomy, and full of deck chairs and wicker lounges. "Do ye see it? Ten thousand salted South African deevils!
"But what for did the man want to shoot at you?" asked the scandalized Dickson. "What for? Because they're frightened to death o' onybody going near their auld Hoose. They're a pair of deevils, worse nor any Red Indian, but for a' that they're sweatin' wi' fright. What for? says you. Because they're hiding a Secret. I knew it as soon as I seen the man Lean's face.
They'll a' face the flames waitin' till we run oot like bleezin' deevils, and they're sae sure that we will start every moment, they will not lift their eyes for fear they will be missing the sight o' us." "We must just risk it," said I, "for I'm like to freeze here." Dan put his head out of our hole and crawled out, and I followed, and Ronny last.
Oh, whaur are ye, Bawbie?" "Wha i' the earth is he, or what's ado wi' him?" I heard somebody speer. "Gude kens," said anither voice. "It's shurely some milkman wi' the bloo deevils." "Milkman! What wud a milkman do wi' an umberell, a portmanty, an' a lum hat?" Juist at that meenit Sandy cam' fleein' alang the passage again, an' by this time a' the fowk in the hotel were oot on the stairs.
They're fine laddies as laddies go; but for mischief, they're juist born deevils." There is a foolish streak in every man, and the Bailie went on to his doom.
"'He made this laddie put on his braws, and he commandeered this iniquitous garment for me. I've raxed its seams, and it'll never look again on the man that owns it. Syne he arrayed himself in purple and fine linen till he as like the king's daughter, all glorious without; and says he to me, "Mackay," he says, "we'll go and talk to these uncovenanted deevils in their own tongue.
He wasna fower meenits awa' when the lot o' the dirty deevils that I shud ca' them sic a name gaithered up Sandy's claes an' cam' their wa's in the road, leavin' Sandy to get hame the best wey he cud. Bandy Wobster gae the claes to Nathan at the tap o' the street, an' tell'd him he fand them on the Sands." "But whaur'll Sandy be?" says I.
Tomorrow will prove that you have grievously wronged me, and I am mistaken, if you will not deeply regret it." "Noonsense, noonsense, Raymoond, ma deer fallow; do na' heed the queeps of the hair-breened deevils. Ye see a neever tak any nootice o' them, but joost leet them ha' their way."
Some men on the Common cam' doon an' shoo'd the loons awa' frae pappin' Sandy wi' duds, an' we got hame withoot any farrer mishap; but a' forenicht I heard Sandy wirrin' awa' till himsel', an' sayin' ilky noo an' than "Ill-gettit little deevils; an' me gae them an' orange box too!" Nathan cam' in juist afore I shut the shop, an' tell'd Sandy that there had been an' awfu' row on the Common.
"Shall I pray, then? For what? I will coax none, natter none not even the Supreme! I will not be absurd enough to wish to change that order, by which sun and stars, saints and sinners, alike fulfil their destinies. There is one comfort, my friends; coax and flatter as we will, he will not hear us." "Pleasant, for puir deevils like us!" quoth Mackaye. "What then remains?
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