She walked slowly away, with a wave back once or twice, and he stood looking after her.

I waited until she was some way off, and then down I came, but so taken up was he, that I was within a hand's-touch of him before he whisked round upon me.
He tried to smile as is eye met mine.
"Ah, Jock," says he, "early afoot!" "I saw you!" I gasped; and my throat had turned so dry that I spoke like a man with a quinsy.
"Did you so ?" said he, and gave a little whistle.

"Well, on my life, Jock, I'm not sorry.

I was thinking of coming up to West Inch this very day, and having it out with you.

Maybe it's better as it is." "You've been a fine friend!" said I.
"Well now, be reasonable, Jock," said he, sticking his hands into his pockets and rocking to and fro as he stood.