"I could manage it mysel'-- I think--and maybe you.

I doubt if auld McCunn could get up.

Ye'd have to be mighty carefu' that nobody saw ye, for your hinder end, as ye were sklimmin', wad be a grand mark for a gun." "Lead on," said Heritage.

"We'll try the verandah." They both looked at Dickson, and Dickson, scarlet in the face, looked back at them.

He had suddenly found the thought of a solitary march to Auchenlochan intolerable.