"Ye'll just mistryst aince and for a' with the gentry in the bents.

And what for ?" he went on with an extreme threatening gravity.

"Just tell me that, my mannie! Are ye to be speerited away like Lady Grange?
Are they to drive a dirk in your inside and bury ye in the bents?
Or is it to be the other way, and are they to bring ye in with James?
Are they folk to be trustit?
Would ye stick your head in the mouth of Sim Fraser and the ither Whigs ?" he added with extraordinary bitterness.
"Alan," cried I, "they're all rogues and liars, and I'm with ye there.
The more reason there should be one decent man in such a land of thieves! My word is passed, and I'll stick to it.

I said long syne to your kinswoman that I would stumble at no risk.

Do ye mind of that ?--the night Red Colin fell, it was.