It was easy to see what was amiss.

The loons had been o' the riggin, and flung a han'fu' o' blastin' powther down ilka smokin' chimley, and syne clappit a divot or a truf upo' the mou' o' 't.

Deil ane o' them was in sicht, but I doobt gin ony o' them was far awa'.

There was naething for't but get a ladder, and jist gang up an' tak aff the pot-lids.

But eh! puir Robert was jist rampin' wi' rage! No 'at he said muckle, for he daur hardly open his mou' for sweerin'; and Robert wadna sweer, ye ken; but he was neither to haud nor bin'." "What laddies war they, Charles, do ye ken ?" asked Andrew.
"There's a heap o' them up to tricks.