Suppose that I had been like you, what would yon old wife have minded of the pair of us?
Just that we had gone out by the back gate.

And what does she mind now?
A fine, canty, friendly, cracky man, that suffered with the stomach, poor body! and was real ta'en up about the goodbrother.

O man, David, try and learn to have some kind of intelligence!" "I'll try, Alan," said I.
"And now for him of the red head," says he; "was he gaun fast or slow ?" "Betwixt and between," said I.
"No kind of a hurry about the man ?" he asked.
"Never a sign of it," said I.
"Nhm!" said Alan, "it looks queer.

We saw nothing of them this morning on the Whins; he's passed us by, he doesnae seem to be looking, and yet here he is on our road! Dod, Davie, I begin to take a notion.

I think it's no you they're seeking, I think it's me; and I think they ken fine where they're gaun." "They ken ?" I asked.
"I think Andie Scougal's sold me--him or his mate wha kent some part of the affair--or else Chairlie's clerk callant, which would be a pity too," says Alan; "and if you askit me for just my inward private conviction, I think there'll be heads cracked on Gillane sands." "Alan," I cried, "if you're at all right there'll be folk there and to spare.