'Ye'd better coont it to see it's a' there.' He never even sought my name.

I asked him if anybody had been around making inquiries subsequent to my spell at the road-making.
'Ay, there was a man in a motor-cawr.

He speired whae had ta'en my place that day, and I let on I thocht him daft.

But he keepit on at me, and syne I said he maun be thinkin' o' my gude-brither frae the Cleuch that whiles lent me a haun'.

He was a wersh-lookin' sowl, and I couldna understand the half o' his English tongue.' I was getting restless those last days, and as soon as I felt myself fit I decided to be off.