Feeble and cramped as he was, he would have stood no chance in a race.
One of the tinklers was the man called Ecky.

He had been running hard, and was mopping his brow.
"Hob's seen the brig," he said.

"It's droppin' anchor ayont the Dookits whaur there's a bield frae the wund and deep water.

They'll be landit in half an 'oor.

Awa' you up to the Hoose and tell Dobson, and me and Sim and Hob will meet the boats at the Garplefit." The other cast a glance towards Dickson.
"What about him ?" he asked.
The two scrutinized their prisoner from a distance of a few paces.
Dickson, well aware of his peril, held himself as stiff as if every bond had been in place.