"But ye'll jist absteen frae ony mair sic words i' my hearin', or ye s' get the like ilka time ye brak oot." As she spoke, she knelt, and wiped his face and head with her apron.
A fresh oath rushed to Angus's lips, but the fear of a second jugful made him suppress it, and Janet sat down again to her dinner.

She could scarcely eat a mouthful, however, for pity of the rascal beside her, at whom she kept looking wistfully without daring again to offer him anything.
While she sat thus, she caught a swift investigating look he cast on the cords that bound his hands, and then at the fire.

She perceived at once what was passing in his mind.

Rising, she went quickly to the byre, and returned immediately with a chain they used for tethering the cow.

The end of it she slipt deftly round his neck, and made it fast, putting the little bar through a link.
"Ir ye gauin' to hang me, ye she-deevil ?" he cried, making a futile attempt to grasp the chain with his bound hands.
"Ye'll be wantin' a drappy mair cauld watter, I'm thinkin'," said Janet.
She stretched the chain to its length, and with a great stone drove the sharp iron stake at the other end of it, into the clay-floor.
Fearing next that, bound as his hands were, he might get a hold of the chain and drag out the stake, or might even contrive to remove the rope from his feet with them, or that he might indeed with his teeth undo the knot that confined his hands themselves--she got a piece of rope, and made a loop at the end of it, then watching her opportunity passed the loop between his hands, noosed the other end through it, and drew the noose tight.