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Updated: May 4, 2025
They were at first four in number an officer of justice and Sharpitlaw, who were well armed with pistols and cutlasses; Ratcliffe, who was not trusted with weapons, lest, he might, peradventure, have used them on the wrong side; and the female.
"What shall we do, Ratcliffe?" said Sharpitlaw, "if he sees us before we see him, and that's what he is certain to do, if we go strolling about, without keeping the straight road, we may bid gude day to the job, and I would rather lose one hundred pounds, baith for the credit of the police, and because the provost says somebody maun be hanged for this job o' Porteous, come o't what likes."
"That makes nae difference, man," replied Sharpitlaw "the dress, the light, the confusion, and maybe a touch o' a blackit cork, or a slake o' paint-hout, Ratton, I have seen ye dress your ainsell, that the deevil ye belang to durstna hae made oath t'ye." "And that's true, too," said Ratcliffe.
She flourished the switch she held in her hand, dropped a courtesy as low as a lady at a birth-night introduction, recovered herself seemingly according to Touchstone's directions to Audrey, and opened the conversation without waiting till any questions were asked. "God gie your honour gude-e'en, and mony o' them, bonny Mr. Sharpitlaw!
"That makes nae difference, man," replied Sharpitlaw "the dress, the light, the confusion, and maybe a touch o' a blackit cork, or a slake o' paint-hout, Ratton, I have seen ye dress your ainsell, that the deevil ye belang to durstna hae made oath t'ye." "And that's true, too," said Ratcliffe.
Sharpitlaw, who found in him something of a kindred genius, had been intercessor in his behalf with the magistrates, and the circumstance of his having voluntarily remained in the prison, when the doors were forced by the mob, would have made it a hard measure to take the life which he had such easy means of saving.
"What shall we do, Ratcliffe?" said Sharpitlaw, "if he sees us before we see him, and that's what he is certain to do, if we go strolling about, without keeping the straight road, we may bid gude day to the job, and I would rather lose one hundred pounds, baith for the credit of the police, and because the provost says somebody maun be hanged for this job o' Porteous, come o't what likes."
"As I did before," said Butler; "that I never saw the poor demented creature in my life before." "Then she is not the person whom you said the rioters last night described as Madge Wildfire?" "Certainly not," said Butler. "They may be near the same height, for they are both tall, but I see little other resemblance." "Their dress, then, is not alike?" said Sharpitlaw.
"That's direct evidence," said Sharpitlaw; "stick to that, Rat I will report favourably of you to the provost, for I have business for you to-night. It wears late; I must home and get a snack, and I'll be back in the evening. Keep Madge with you, Ratcliffe, and try to get her into a good tune again." So saying he left the prison.
At length, however, after the interval of five or six minutes, they also perceived that Robertson had fled, and rushed hastily towards the place, while Sharpitlaw called out aloud, in the harshest tones of a voice which resembled a saw-mill at work, "Chase, lads chase haud the brae I see him on the edge of the hill!"
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