Once it stopped, waved its hand and shouted something which I could not hear.

I sat finishing my luncheon, till the features were revealed to me of a fat oldish man, blowing like a grampus, his cap well on the back of a bald head, and his trousers tied about the shins with string.
There was a spring beside me and I had out my flask to round off my meal.
'Have a drink,' I said.
His eye brightened, and a smile overran his moist face.
'Thank you, sir.

It will be very warrm coming up the brae.' 'You oughtn't to,' I said.

'You really oughtn't, you know.

Scorching up hills and then doubling up a mountain are not good for your time of life.' He raised the cap of my flask in solemn salutation.