He's a clumsy stot, and never had much sense." "And I met another with his hand on his side," I said.
"That would be little James.

He's a fine lad with a skean-dhu on a dark night, but there was maybe too much light here for his trade." "And I met a third who reeled like a drunk man," I said.
"Ay," said he meditatively, "that was Long Colin.

He's the flower o' the flock, and I had to pink him.

At another time and in a better place I would have liked a bout with him, for he has some notion of sword-play." "Who were the men ?" I asked, in much confusion, for this laughing warrior perplexed me.
"Who but just my cousins from Glengyle.

There has long been a sort of bicker between us, and they thought they had got a fine chance of ending it." "And who, in Heaven's name, are you," I said, "that treats murder so lightly ?" "Me ?" he repeated.