"Why, what the deuce!" "Dod gast ye! Whaur are ye're een ?" It was Davie, breathless and furious from the impact.

"Wad ye walk ower me, dang ye ?" cried the little man again.

Davie was Free Kirk, and therefore limited in the range of his vocabulary.
"Oh! That you, Davie?
I'm sorry I didn't see you." "A'm no' as big as a hoose, but a'm veesible." And Davie walked wrathfully about his business.
"Oh, quite," acknowledged Dunn cheerfully, hurrying on; "and tangible, as well." "He's comin'," cried Davie over his shoulder; "but gar it had been masel'," he added grudgingly, "catch me!" But Dunn was too far on his way to make reply.

Already his mind was on the meeting of the lawyers in Mr.Rae's office, and wondering what would come of it.

On this subject he meditated until he reached Mr.Sheratt's home.