The group watching could not refrain a shout of enthusiasm, and old Tony Musgrave jumped to his feet and threw his pipe and his cap in the air.
"Dugald," said the dominie to the shepherd, "go your ways to your sheep.

I'll hae nae fighting in my parish.
"Jim Armstrong, you thrawart bully you, dinna think you are the only man that kens Cumberland cantrips.

I could fling you mysel' before you could tell your own name;" and as if to prove his words, he raised an immense stone, that few men could have lifted, and with apparent ease flung it over his right shoulder.

A shout of astonishment greeted the exploit, and Tony Musgrave--whose keen, satirical ill-will had hitherto been Tallisker's greatest annoyance--came frankly forward and said, "Dominie, you are a guid fellow! Will you tak some beer wi' me ?" Tallisker did not hesitate a moment.
"Thank you, Tony.

If it be a drink o' good-will, I'll tak it gladly." But he was not inclined to prolong the scene; the interference had been forced upon him.