Stan' still, ye brute!" For Juno having caught sight of some boy-legs, through a corner of one eye not quite _bunged up_, began to tug at the string with feeble earnestness--no longer, however, regarding the said legs as made for dogs to bite, but as fearful instruments of vengeance, in league with stones and cords.

So the straining and pulling was all homewards.

But her master had brought her as chief witness against the boys, and she must remain where she was.
"Eh, lass!" he said, hauling her back by the string; "gin ye had but the tongue o' the prophet's ass, ye wad sune pint out the rascals that misguided and misgrugled ye that gait.

But here's the just judge that'll gie ye yer richts, and that wi'oot fee or reward .-- Mr Malison, she was ane o' the bonniest bicks ye cud set yer ee upo'-- " A smothered laugh gurgled through the room.
-- "till some o' your loons--nae offence, sir--I ken weel eneuch they're no yours, nor a bit like ye--some o' your peowpils, sir, hae jist ca'd (driven) the sowl oot o' her wi' stanes." "Whaur does the sowl o' a bitch bide ?" asked Goat, in a whisper, of his neighbour.
"De'il kens," answered Gapey; "gin it binna i' the boddom o' Rob Bruce's wame." The master's wrath, ready enough to rise against boys and all their works, now showed itself in the growing redness of his face.

This was not one of his worst passions--in them, he grew white--for the injury had not been done to himself.
"Can you tell me which of them did it ?" "No, sir.