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I'll gie ye a cloot o' the lug," growled Scrumpie. "Hoot man! The General wants ye." The General was Alec's nickname. "What is't, General?" "Do ye ken Juno?" "Hang the bitch! I ken her ower weel. She took her denner aff o' ane o' my hips, ae day last year." "Jist creep ower to Cadger there, and speir gin he kens Juno. Maybe he's forgotten her."
"Guid preserve's!" said Scrumpie to his next neighbour. "Sic a hidin' as we s' a' get! Here's Rob Bruce! Wha's gane and tell't him?" But some of the gang of conspirators, standing in a class near the door, stared in horror. Amongst them was Curly. His companions declared afterwards that had it not been for the strength of the curl, his hair would have stood upright.
Ye can lay a train, ye ken." "I s' tak care o' that, General." "Scrumpie, ye bide no that far frae the draigon's den. Ye jist keep yer ee nae the crookit ane upo' her ootgoins an' incomins; or raither, ye luik efter her comin oot, an' we'll a' luik efter her gaein in again. Jist mak a regiment o' yer ain to watch her, and bring ye word o' her proceedins.
As soon as he was fairly seated, Alec said in a low voice across the double desk to one of the boys opposite, calling him by his nickname, "I say, Divot, do ye ken Juno?" "Maybe no!" answered Divot. "But gin I dinna, my left leg dis." "I thocht ye kent the shape o' her teeth, man. Jist gie Scrumpie there a dig i' the ribs." "What are ye efter, Divot?
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