"What shall we do with this boy?
To begin with, if he is what he says, no doubt he has some money with him." Malcolm at once drew out his purse.

"Here are nine gold pieces," he said.

"They are all I have, save some small change." "That is better than nothing," the leader said, pocketing the purse.
"And now what shall we do with him ?" "He is a Protestant," one of the men replied; "best shoot him." "I should say," another said, "that we had best make him our cook.

Old Rollo is always grumbling at being kept at the work, and his cooking gets worse and worse.

I could not get my jaws into the meat this morning." A murmur of agreement was raised by the other horsemen.
"So be it," the leader said.