Now that he had got a little flesh on his bones he looked something quite out of the common.

'A deal too good for a poor man, and him honest,' as old M'Intyre said.
But Jim turned on him pretty sharp, and said he had got the horse in a fair deal, and had as much right to a good mount as any one else--super or squatter, he didn't care who he was.
And Mr.Falkland took Jim's part, and rather made Mr.M'Intyre out in the wrong for saying what he did.

The old man didn't say much more, only shook his head, saying-- 'Ah, ye're a grand laddie, and buirdly, and no that thrawn, either--like ye, Dick, ye born deevil,' looking at me.

'But I misdoot sair ye'll die wi' your boots on.

There's a smack o' Johnnie Armstrong in the glint o' yer e'e.