And then, to the boot o' that, she's whiles cracked-brained, and has a bee in her head; they say that, whether her spaeings and fortune-tellings be true or no, for certain she believes in them a' hersell, and is aye guiding hersell by some queer prophecy or anither.

So she disna aye gang the straight road to the well.

But deil o' sic a story as yours, wi' glamour and dead folk and losing ane's gate, I ever heard out o' the tale-books! But whisht, I hear the keeper coming.' Mac-Guffog accordingly interrupted their discourse by the harsh harmony of the bolts and bars, and showed his bloated visage at the opening door.
'Come, Mr.Dinmont, we have put off locking up for an hour to oblige ye; ye must go to your quarters.' 'Quarters, man?
I intend to sleep here the night.

There's a spare bed in the Captain's room.' 'It's impossible!' answered the keeper.
'But I say it IS possible, and that I winna stir; and there's a dram t' ye.' Mac-Guffog drank off the spirits and resumed his objection.

'But it's against rule, sir; ye have committed nae malefaction.' 'I'll break your head,' said the sturdy Liddesdale man, 'if ye say ony mair about it, and that will be malefaction eneugh to entitle me to ae night's lodging wi' you, ony way.' 'But I tell ye, Mr.Dinmont,' reiterated the keeper, 'it's against rule, and I behoved to lose my post.' 'Weel, Mac-Guffog,' said Dandie, 'I hae just twa things to say.