But he seized my arm, and pulled me back, and I decided, as he kept on peering at my face, that I must look like some criminal who was wanted by the police.
"Look here--leave me go!" I cried, thoroughly alarmed.

"You've got the wrong man.

I'm no the one you're after." "Are ye no ?" he asked me, laughing still.

"Are ye no Harry Lauder?
Ye look like him, ye talk like him! An' fancy meetin' ye here! Last time I saw ye was in New Cumnock--gie's a shak o' yer haund!" I shook hands wi' him gladly enough, in my relief, even though he nearly shook the hand off of me.

I told him where I was playing the nicht.
"Come and see me," I said.