Jimmy lay senseless, and he looked like death.
Dannie rushed down to the water with the hat, and splashed drops into Jimmy's face until he gasped for breath.

When he recovered a little, he shrank from Dannie, and began to sob, as if he were a sick ten-year-old child.
"I knew you'd go back on me, Dannie," he wavered.

"I've lost the only frind I've got, and I wish I was dead." "I havena gone back on ye," persisted Dannie, bathing Jimmy's face.
"Life means nothing to me, save as I can use it fra Mary, and fra ye.
Be quiet, and sit up here, and help me work this thing out.

Why are ye a discontented mon, always wishing fra any place save home?
Why do ye spend all ye earn foolishly, so that ye are always hard up, when ye might have affluence?
Why does Mary lose her children, and why does she noo wish she had na married ye ?" "Who said she wished she hadn't married me ?" cried Jimmy.
"Do ye mean to say ye think she doesn't ?" blazed Dannie.
"I ain't said anything!" exclaimed Jimmy.
"Na, and I seem to have damn poor luck gettin' ye TO say anything.

I dinna ask fra tears, nor faintin' like a woman.