Six little bits o' bairns, twa women, and six o' your pit men! You must awa to Athol instanter for doctors and medicines and brandy and such things as are needfu'.

There isna a minute to lose, laird." Helen had risen while he was speaking with a calm determination that frightened her father.

He did not answer Tallisker, he spoke to her: "Where are you going, Helen ?" "Down to the village; I can do something till better help is got." "Helen Crawford, you'll bide where you are! Sit still, and I'll do whatever Tallisker bids me." Then he turned angrily to the dominie.
"You are aye bringing me ill tidings.

Am I to blame if death comes ?" "Am I my brother's keeper?
It's an auld question, laird.

The first murderer of a' asked it.