It's my chief hidy-hole, and Gosh! I need one, for Lean's after me wi' a gun.

He had a shot at me two days syne." Dickson exclaimed, and Dougal with morose pride showed a rent in his kilt.

"If I had had on breeks, he'd ha' got me." "Who's Lean ?" Heritage asked.
"The man wi' the black coat.

The other--the lame one--they ca' Spittal." "How d'you know ?" "I've listened to them crackin' thegither." "But what for did the man want to shoot at you ?" asked the scandalized Dickson.
"What for?
Because they're frightened to death o' onybody going near their auld Hoose.

They're a pair of deevils, worse nor any Red Indian, but for a' that they're sweatin' wi' fright.