We've a plenty blankets, though, and sheepskins.

We'll mak ye comfortable, boys.
There's a mickle back log o' the fire, and ye'll lie warm, I'se warrant ye.

There's cowd beef, sir (to me), and good breed, no' to mind boggins o' tea.

Ye'll be comfortable, will ye.

What's yer name ?" "Hamlyn," I said.
"Oh, ay! Ye're Hamlyn and Stockbridge! I ken ye well; I kenned yer partner: a good man--a very good man, a man o' ten thousand.