He'll brain some of us with a lump of coal--and will he!" I jealoused at once that this was nonsense; judging that, by all means of rationality, the creature would be off and away like lightning to the sea- shore, and over to France in some honest man's fishing-boat, down by at Fisherrow; but, to throw stoure in the een of the two callants, I loaded with a wheen draps in their presence; and, warily priming the pan, went forward with the piece at full-cock.
Tommy and Benjie came behind me, while, pushing the door wide open with the muzzle, as I held my finger at the tricker, I cried, "Stand or be shot;" when young Cursecowl's big ugly mastiff-dog, with the bare mutton bone in its teeth, bolted through between my legs like a fury, and with such a force as to heel me over on the braid of my back, while I went a dunt on the causey that made the gun go off, and riddled Nanse's best washing-tub in a manner that laid it on the superannuated list as to the matter of holding in water.

The goose that was sitting on her eggs, among clean straw, in the inside of it, was also rendered a lameter for life.
What became of the French vagrant was never seen or heard tell of from that day to this.

Maybe he was catched, and, tied neck and heels, hurried back to Penicuik as fast as he left it; or maybe--as one of the Fisherrow oyster-boats was amissing next morning--he succeeded in giving our brave fleets the slip, and rowing night and day against wind and tide, got home in a safe skin: but this is all matter of surmise--nobody kens.
On making search in the coal-house at our leisure afterwards, we found a boxful of things with black dots on them, some with one, some with two, and four, and six, and so on, for playing at an outlandish game they call the dominoes.

It was the handiwork of the poor French creature, that had no other Christian employment but making these and suchlike, out of sheep- shanks and marrow-bones.

I never liked gambling all my life, it being contrary to the Ten Commandments; and mind of putting on the back of the fire the old pack of cards, with the Jack of Trumps among them, that the deboshed journeymen tailors, in the shop with me in the Grassmarket, used to play birkie with when the maister's back was turned.