"This woman is fooling us both.

D'you hear, man?
she's fooling us both! She loves you at West Inch, and she loves me on the braeside; and in her devil's heart she cares a whin-blossom for neither of us.

Let's join hands, man, and send the hellfire hussy to the right-about!" But this was too much.

I could not curse her in my own heart, and still less could I stand by and hear another man do it; not though it was my oldest friend.
"Don't you call names!" I cried.
"Ach! you sicken me with your soft talk! I'll call her what she should be called!" "Will you, though ?" said I, lugging off my coat.

"Look you here, Jim Horscroft, if you say another word against her, I'll lick it down your throat, if you were as big as Berwick Castle! Try me and see!" He peeled off his coat down to the elbows, and then he slowly put it on again.
"Don't be such a fool, Jock!" said he.