Oh! what a relief! The laddie started up, like one crazy with joy.

"Ou! ou!" cried he, thrawing round the key, and rubbing his hands; "by jingo, it's the bethrel--it's the bethrel--it's auld Isaac himsell." First rushed in the dog, and then Isaac, with his glazed hat, slouched over his brow, and his horn bowet glimmering by his knee.

"Has the French landed, do ye think?
Losh keep us a'," said he, with a smile on his half-idiot face, (for he was a kind of a sort of a natural, with an infirmity in his leg,) "'od sauf us, man, put by your gun.

Ye dinna mean to shoot me, do ye?
What are ye about here with the door lockit?
I just keppit four resurrectioners louping ower the wall." "Gude guide us!" I said, taking a long breath to drive the blood from my heart, and something relieved by Isaac's company--"Come now, Isaac, ye're just gieing us a fright.

Isn't that true, Isaac ?" "Yes, I'm joking--and what for no ?--but they might have been, for onything ye wad hae hindered them to the contrair, I'm thinking.