His first impulse was to make a rush and escape.

But the boots--he could not go without at least an attempt upon them.

So he turned and faced her with inward trembling.
'Wha's that ?' repeated the old lady, regarding him fixedly.

'Ow, it's you! What duv ye want?
Ye camna to see me, I'm thinkin'! What hae ye i' that bag ?' 'I cam to coff (buy) twine for the draigon,' answered Shargar.
'Ye had twine eneuch afore!' 'It bruik.

It wasna strang eneuch.' 'Whaur got ye the siller to buy mair?
Lat's see 't ?' Shargar took the string from the bag.
'Sic a sicht o' twine! What paid ye for 't ?' 'A shillin'.' 'Whaur got ye the shillin' ?' 'Mr.Lammie gae 't to Robert.' 'I winna hae ye tak siller frae naebody.