I could not swim the sea, nor yet fly in the air, but there was always Andie.

I had done him a service, he liked me; I had a lever there to work on; if it were just for decency, I must try once more with Andie.
It was late afternoon; there was no sound in all the Bass but the lap and bubble of a very quiet sea; and my four companions were all crept apart, the three Macgregors higher on the rock, and Andie with his Bible to a sunny place among the ruins; there I found him in deep sleep, and, as soon as he was awake, appealed to him with some fervour of manner and a good show of argument.
"If I thoucht it was to do guid to ye, Shaws!" said he, staring at me over his spectacles.
"It's to save another," said I, "and to redeem my word.

What would be more good than that?
Do ye no mind the scripture, Andie?
And you with the Book upon your lap! _What shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world ?"_ "Ay," said he, "that's grand for you.

But where do I come in?
I have my word to redeem the same's yoursel'.

And what are ye asking me to do, but just to sell it ye for siller ?" "Andie! have I named the name of siller ?" cried I.
"Ou, the name's naething," said he; "the thing is there, whatever.