Jock was clearly busy, for his jacket was off and a very ragged shirt was rolled about two stout brown arms.

The "human collie" seemed to be a gentleman of some leisure, for he was arrayed in what was for him the pink of fashion in dress.

The two immediately lay down on the ground beside Lewis exactly in the manner of faithful dogs.
The men talked cheerfully, mainly on sheep and prices.

Now talk would touch on neighbours, and there would be the repetition of some tale or saying.

"There was a man in the glen called Rorison.