[Rob Roy by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookRob Roy CHAPTER SIXTH 9/11
"Ca' for forehammers, sledge-hammers, pinches, and coulters; send for Deacon Yettlin, the smith, an let him ken that Bailie Jarvie's shut up in the tolbooth by a Highland blackguard, whom he'll hang up as high as Haman"-- "When ye catch him," said Campbell, gravely; "but stay--the door is surely not locked." Indeed, on examination, we found that the door was not only left open, but that Dougal in his retreat had, by carrying off the keys along with him, taken care that no one should exercise his office of porter in a hurry. "He has glimmerings o' common sense now, that creature Dougal," said Campbell.--"he ken'd an open door might hae served me at a pinch." We were by this time in the street. "I tell you, Robin," said the magistrate, "in my puir mind, if ye live the life ye do, ye suld hae ane o' your gillies door-keeper in every jail in Scotland, in case o' the warst." "Ane o' my kinsmen a bailie in ilka burgh will just do as weel, cousin Nicol--So, gude-night or gude-morning to ye; and forget not the Clachan of Aberfoil." And without waiting for an answer, he sprung to the other side of the street, and was lost in darkness.
Immediately on his disappearance, we heard him give a low whistle of peculiar modulation, which was instantly replied to. "Hear to the Hieland deevils," said Mr.Jarvie; "they think themselves on the skirts of Benlomond already, where they may gang whewingand whistling about without minding Sunday or Saturday." Here he was interrupted by something which fell with a heavy clash on the street before us--"Gude guide us what's this mair o't ?--Mattie, haud up the lantern--Conscience if it isna the keys!--Weel, that's just as weel--they cost the burgh siller, and there might hae been some clavers about the loss o' them.
O, an Bailie Grahame were to get word o' this night's job, it would be a sair hair in my neck!" As we were still but a few steps from the tolbooth door, we carried back these implements of office, and consigned them to the head jailor, who, in lieu of the usual mode of making good his post by turning the keys, was keeping sentry in the vestibule till the arrival of some assistant, whom he had summoned in order to replace the Celtic fugitive Dougal. Having discharged this piece of duty to the burgh, and my road lying the same way with the honest magistrate's, I profited by the light of his lantern, and he by my arm, to find our way through the streets, which, whatever they may now be, were then dark, uneven, and ill-paved.
Age is easily propitiated by attentions from the young.
The Bailie expressed himself interested in me, and added, "That since I was nane o' that play-acting and play-ganging generation, whom his saul hated, he wad be glad if I wad eat a reisted haddock or a fresh herring, at breakfast wi' him the morn, and meet my friend, Mr.Owen, whom, by that time, he would place at liberty." "My dear sir," said I, when I had accepted of the invitation with thanks, "how could you possibly connect me with the stage ?" "I watna," replied Mr.Jarvie;--"it was a bletherin' phrasin' chield they ca' Fairservice, that cam at e'en to get an order to send the crier through the toun for ye at skreigh o' day the morn.
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