I'll just give yon bluidy-minded urang-utang a hidin', and bring Tony off, the gude, puir-spirited creature.

And him, an' me, an' Bassanee, an' Porshee, we'll all hae a gill thegither." He rose, and was instantly seized by two of the company, from whom he burst furiously, after a struggle, and the next moment was heard to fall clean from the top to the bottom of the stairs.

Flucker and Jean ran out; the rest appealed against the interruption.
_Christie._ "Hech! he's killed.

Sandy Liston's brake his neck." "What aboot it, lassy ?" said a young fisherman; "it's Antonio I'm feared for; save him, lassy, if poessible; but I doot ye'll no get him clear o' yon deevelich heathen.
"Auld Sandy's cheap sairved," added he, with all the indifference a human tone could convey.
"Oh, Cursty," said Lizzie Johnstone, with a peevish accent, "dinna break the bonny yarn for naething." _Flucker (returning)._ "He's a' reicht." _Christie._ "Is he no dead ?" _Flucker._ "Him deed?
he's sober--that's a' the change I see." _Christie._ "Can he speak?
I'm asking ye." _Flucker._ "Yes, he can speak." _Christie._ "What does he say, puir body ?" _Flucker._ "He sat up, an' sought a gill fra' the wife--puir body!" _Christie._ "Hech! hech! he was my pupil in the airt o' sobriety!--aweel, the young judge rises to deliver the sentence of the coort.

Silence!" thundered Christie.