[Sir Gibbie by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookSir Gibbie CHAPTER XXVI 13/31
Scotlan's come till a pretty pass, whan they shot men wi' guns, as gien they war wull craturs to be peelt an' aiten.
Care what set him! He may weel be a keeper o' ghem, for he's as ill a keeper o' 's brither as auld Cain himsel'.
But," he concluded, tying the last knot hard, "we'll e'en dee what we can to keep the keeper." It was seldom Robert spoke at such length, but the provocation, the wrath, the conflict, and the victory, had sent the blood rushing through his brain, and loosed his tongue like strong drink. "Ye'll tak yer denner afore ye gang, Robert," said his wife. "Na, I can ait naething; I'll tak a bannock i' my pooch.
Ye can gie my denner to Angus: he'll want hertenin' for the wuddie (gallows)." So saying he put the bannock in his pocket, flung his broad blue bonnet upon his head, took his stick, and ordering Oscar to remain at home and watch the prisoner, set out for a walk of five miles, as if he had never known such a thing as rheumatism.
He must find another magistrate than the laird; he would not trust him where his own gamekeeper, Angus Mac Pholp, was concerned. "Keep yer ee upon him, Janet," he said, turning in the doorway. "Dinna lowse sicht o' him afore I come back wi' the constable. Dinna lippen.
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