And three times--three times disarmed! It's a disgrace upon my character that learned ye! Here, stand up, out with your airn; ye shall walk no step beyond this place upon the road till ye can do yoursel' and me mair credit." "Alan," said I, "this is midsummer madness.

Here is no time for fencing lessons." "I cannae well say no to that," he admitted.

"But three times, man! And you standing there like a straw bogle and rinning to fetch your ain sword like a doggie with a pocket-napkin! David, this man Duncansby must be something altogether by-ordinar! He maun be extraordinar skilly.

If I had the time, I would gang straight back and try a turn at him mysel'.
The man must be a provost." "You silly fellow," said I, "you forget it was just me." "Na," said he, "but three times!" "When ye ken yourself that I am fair incompetent," I cried.
"Well, I never heard tell the equal of it," said he.
"I promise you the one thing, Alan," said I."The next time that we forgather, I'll be better learned.

You shall not continue to bear the disgrace of a friend that cannot strike." "Ay, the next time!" says he.