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Updated: May 5, 2025
Losh, we knew in the morn, for the wind blew the fog oot like a candle, an' the sun came clear; and as surely as McRimmon gied me my cheque, the shadow o' the Eddystone lay across our tow-rope! We were that near ay, we were that near!
More than that, by God, I will not do! There's no trick o' the trade I'm not acquaint wi' "'So I've heard, says McRimmon, dry as a biscuit. "'But yon matter o' fair rennin' s just my Shekinah, ye'll understand. I daurna tamper wi' that. Nursing weak engines is fair craftsmanship; but what the Board ask is cheatin', wi' the risk o' manslaughter addeetional. Ye'll note I know my business.
"Syne Bell got orders to tak' the Kite round to Liverpool in water-ballast, and McRimmon came to bid's good-bye, yammerin' an' whinin' o'er the acres o' paint he'd lavished on the Lammergeyer. "'I look to you to retrieve it, says he. 'I look to you to reimburse me! 'Fore God, why are ye not cast off? Are ye dawdlin' in dock for a purpose? "'What odds, McRimmon? says Bell.
There's more discernment in a dog than a Jew. What garred ye curse your Board, McPhee? It's expensive. "'They'll pay more for the Breslau, I said. 'Get off my knee, ye smotherin' beast. "'Bearin's hot, eh? said McRimmon. 'It's thirty year since a man daur curse me to my face. Time was I'd ha' cast ye doon the stairway for that. "'Forgie's all! I said. He was wearin' to eighty, as I knew.
Bid them to Radley's, McPhee, an' send me the bill. Thank Dandie, here, man. I'm no used to thanks. Then he turned him round. "'Preserve 's! I said, clean jumped oot o' mysel'. 'I was but thinkin' you're fey, McRimmon. "Dod, the auld deevil laughed till he nigh sat down on Dandie. 'Send me the bill, says he. 'I'm long past champagne, but tell me how it tastes the morn.
They knew nothin' God forgie 'em an' they nodded me out o' the line after twenty years after twenty years. "I went out an' sat down by the hall porter to get my wits again. I'm thinkin' I swore at the Board. Then auld McRimmon o' McNaughten & McRimmon came, oot o' his office, that's on the same floor, an' looked at me, proppin' up one eyelid wi' his forefinger.
There's no power on earth will fend it just jarrin' off. "'When? "'That's beyon' my knowledge, I said. "'So it is; so it is, said McRimmon. 'We've all oor leemitations. Ye're certain it was a crack? "'Man, it's a crevasse, I said, for there were no words to describe the magnitude of it. 'An' young Bannister's sayin' it's no more than a superfeecial flaw!
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