There's naebody can hit Geordie Hamilton without Geordie gettin' his ain back some day.

Get up, man, for I'm gaun to knock the heid off ye.' I duly got up, and with the best composure I could muster looked him in the face.
'You're mistaken, my friend.

I never clapped eyes on you before, and I never was in Glasgow in my life.' 'That's a damned lee,' said the Fusilier.

'Ye're the man, and if ye're no, ye're like enough him to need a hidin'!' 'Confound your nonsense!' I said.

'I've no quarrel with you, and I've better things to do than be scrapping with a stranger in a public-house.' 'Have ye sae?
Well, I'll learn ye better.