There was instant quiet.

He looked coolly over the excited, disintegrating audience for a moment or two.
"A belonged tae the Feefty-fir-rst Diveesion," he said in his richest Doric.

"We had a rare time wi' bullies over there.

A'm for free speech! Noo, listen tae me, you Cockney wheedle doodle.

Let another cheep out o' yere trap an' the Captain there will fling ye oot o' this room as we did the Kayser oot o' France." "You said it, McNish," said Maitland, leaping to the aisle.