"Are ye deid?
Maircy me! he's deid," sobbed Davie, wringing his hands.

"Fusie, Fusie, ye gowk! where are ye gone ?" In a moment or two Fusie reappeared through the branches with a capful of water, and dashed it into Hughie's face, with the result that the lad opened his eyes, and after a gasp or two, sat up and looked about him.
"Och, laddie, laddie, are ye no deid ?" said Davie Scotch.
"What's the matter with you, Scottie ?" asked Hughie, with a bewildered look about him.

"And who's been throwing water all over me ?" he added, wrathfully, as full consciousness returned.
"Man! I'm glad to see ye mad.

Gang on wi' ye," shouted Davie, joyously.
"Ye were deid the noo.

Ay, clean deid.