He turned upon his prisoner and told him he was an impudent rascal.

Gibbie had recovered again, and was able once more to smile a little.

He had been guilty of burglary, said Fergus; and Gibbie smiled.

He could be sent to prison for it, said Fergus; and Gibbie smiled--but this time a very grave smile.

Fergus took him by the collar, which amounted to nearly a third part of the jacket, and shook him till he had half torn that third from the other two; then opened the gate, and, holding him by the back of the neck, walked him up the drive, every now and then giving him a fierce shake that jarred his teeth.
Thus, over the old gravel, mossy and damp and grassy, and cool to his little bare feet, between rowan and birk and pine and larch, like a malefactor, and looking every inch the outcast he was, did Sir Gilbert Galbraith approach the house of his ancestors for the first time.