But before they were aware, Dunn had shouldered his mighty form through the opposing crowds and had got safely into the carriage beside his father and his young brother.

But the crowd were bound to have him.
"We want him, Docthor," said a young giant in a tam-o'-shanter.

"In fac', Docthor," he argued with a humourous smile, "we maun hae him." "Ye'll no' get him, Jock Murchison," shouted young Rob, standing in front of his big brother.

"We want him wi' us." The crowd laughed gleefully.
"Go for him, Jock! You can easy lick him," said a voice encouragingly.
"Pit him oot, Docthor," said Jock, who was a great friend of the family, and who had a profound respect for the doctor.
"It's beyond me, Jock, I fear.

See yon bantam cock! I doubt ye'll hae to be content," said the doctor, dropping into Jock's kindly Doric.
"Oh, get on there, Murchison," said Dunn impatiently.