Well, anything more to tell us ?" "Little; for the drubbing of a Highlandman is a thing not worth mentioning." "For what didst thou drub him, O man of peace ?" inquired the glover.
"For nothing that I can remember," replied the smith, "except his presenting himself on the south side of Stirling Bridge." "Well, here is to thee, and thou art welcome to me after all these exploits.

Conachar, bestir thee.

Let the cans clink, lad, and thou shalt have a cup of the nut brown for thyself, my boy." Conachar poured out the good liquor for his master and for Catharine with due observance.

But that done, he set the flagon on the table and sat down.
"How now, sirrah! be these your manners?
Fill to my guest, the worshipful Master Henry Smith." "Master Smith may fill for himself, if he wishes for liquor," answered the youthful Celt.

"The son of my father has demeaned himself enough already for one evening." "That's well crowed for a cockerel," said Henry; "but thou art so far right, my lad, that the man deserves to die of thirst who will not drink without a cupbearer." But his entertainer took not the contumacy of the young apprentice with so much patience.