"What are you havering about, man?
There's as many as I like to whistle for." "You mean Grizel and Elspeth, I ken, but--" "I wasna thinking of the womenfolk," Tommy told him, with a contemptuous wave of the hand.

He went closer to Corp, and said, in a low voice, "The McKenzies are waiting!" "Are they, though ?" said Corp, perplexed, as he had no notion who the McKenzies might be.
"And Lochiel has twa hunder spearsmen." "Do you say so ?" "Young Kinnordy's ettling to come out, and I meet Lord Airlie, when the moon rises, at the Loups o' Kenny, and auld Bradwardine's as spunky as ever, and there's fifty wild Highlandmen lying ready in the muckle cave of Clova." He spoke so earnestly that Corp could only ejaculate, "Michty me!" "But of course they winna rise," continued Tommy, darkly, "till he lands." "Of course no," said Corp, "but--wha is he ?" "Himsel'," whispered Tommy, "the Chevalier!" Corp hesitated.

"But, I thought," he said diffidently, "I thought you--" "So I am," said Tommy.
"But you said he hadna landed yet ?" "Neither he has." "But you--" "Well ?" "You're here, are you no ?" Tommy stamped his foot in irritation.

"You're slow in the uptak," he said.

"I'm no here.