The muckle black de'il was father to the Frasers, a'body kens that; and as for the Gregara, I never could abye the reek of them since I could stotter on two feet.

I bloodied the nose of one, I mind, when I was still so wambly on my legs that I cowped upon the top of him.

A proud man was my father that day, God rest him! and I think he had the cause.

I'll never can deny but what Robin was something of a piper," he added; "but as for James More, the de'il guide him for me!" "One thing we have to consider," said I."Was Charles Stewart right or wrong?
Is it only me they're after, or the pair of us ?" "And what's your ain opinion, you that's a man of so much experience ?" said he.
"It passes me," said I.
"And me too," says Alan.

"Do ye think this lass would keep her word to ye ?" he asked.
"I do that," said I.
"Well, there's nae telling," said he.