He's a guid servant that, to ony man he ca's master.

But there canna be muckle siller to the fore." A pause followed.
"What think ye noo, Andrew ?" recommenced Bruce.

"Ye're weel kent for an honest an' a langheided man.

Do ye think that folk wad expec' onything o' me gin the warst cam to the warst ?" "Weel, Robert, I dinna think there's muckle guid in luikin' to what fowk micht or micht not expec' o' ye." "That's jist what I was thinkin' mysel'; for, ye see, I hae a sma' family o' my ain to haud chowin' already." "Nae doot--nae doot.

But--" "Ay, ay; I ken what ye wad say.