I can lend you twenty notes, and twenty to that, if the drove sell." "I thank you--thank ye, Hughie; but I go with good-will the gate that I am going.

So the dirk, the dirk!" "There it is for you then, since less wunna serve.

But think on what I was saying.

Waes me, it will be sair news in the braes of Balquidder that Robin Oig M'Combich should have run an ill gate, and ta'en on." "Ill news in Balquidder, indeed!" echoed poor Robin.

"But Cot speed you, Hughie, and send you good marcats.