If ye'll tak' my advice ye'll just gie the matter up and gang name again, for there's na guid tae be got oot o' this place." "We shall go on with you or without you," Mordaunt answered.

"Let us have your dog and we can pick you up on our way back." "Na, na," he cried, "I'll no' hae my dog scaret wi' bogles, and running down Auld Nick as if he were a hare.

The dog shall bide wi' me." "The dog shall go with us," said my companion, with his eyes blazing.
"We have no time to argue with you.

Here's a five-pound note.

Let us have the dog, or, by Heaven, I shall take it by force and throw you in the bog if you hinder us." I could realise the Heatherstone of forty years ago when I saw the fierce and sudden wrath which lit up the features of his son.
Either the bribe or the threat had the desired effect, for the fellow grabbed at the money with one hand while with the other he surrendered the leash which held the lurcher.