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"Ye hired me for the sizon, Blew Peter," said Girnel, turning defiantly. "Oh! ye s' ha'e yer wauges. I'm no ane to creep oot o' a bargain, or say 'at I didna promise. Ye s' get yer reward, never fear. But into my boat ye s' no come. We'll ha'e nae Auchans i' oor camp. Eh, Girnel, man, but ye ha'e lost yersel' the day! He'll never loup far 'at winna lippen.
An' gien ye wad sen' my wauges hame to my mither, sir, ye wad ken 'at I cudna be gauin' stravaguin', and drinkin' whan yer back was turn't." "Well, I'll write to your mother, and see what she says," said Malcolm.
"As I was sayin', he micht weel be ill at ease, the auld captain, gien ae half was true 'at was said o' 'im; but I 'maist think yer father coontit it priven 'at he had led a deevilich life amo' the pirates. Only, gien he did, whaur was the wauges o' his ineequity?
An' gien ye wad keep me, ye cud tak it aft o' my wauges for three days." "Look here, Davy," said Malcolm, turning sharp upon him, "can you swim?" "Ay can I, sir, weel that," answered Davy. "Jump overboard then, and swim ashore," said Malcolm, pointing to the Chelsea bank.
"Ye hired me for the sizzon, Blew Peter," said Girnel, turning defiantly. "Oh! ye s' hae yer wauges. I'm no ane to creep oot o' a bargain, or say 'at I didna promise. Ye s' hae yer penny. Ye s' get yer reward, never fear. But into my boat ye s' no come. We'll hae nae Auchans i' oor camp. Eh, Girnel, man, but ye hae lost yersel' the day! He'll never loup far 'at winna lippen.
For troth! he has no need to be near in's dealin's wi' them, seein' there's nae buyin' nor sellin' whaur he is, an' a' the gowd he has doon yon'er i' the booels o' the yird, wad jist lie there duin' naething, gien he sent na 't up abune, whaur maist pairt it works his wull. Na, he seldom scrimps 't to them 'at follows his biddin'. But i' this case, whaur, I say, was the wauges?
Nae doobt he got the wauges 'at the apostle speyks o', whilk is, as ye well ken, deith 'the wauges o' sin is deith. But, maistly, sic-like sinners get first wauges o' anither speckle frae the maister o' them.
"There was a time, Ma'colm, whan what was mine was yours, an' what was yours was mine, but that time's gane." "I'm sorry to hear that, Peter; but still I owe you as much as that for bare wages." "There was no word o' wages when ye said, Peter, come to Lon'on wi' me. Davie there he maun hae his wauges."
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