The dog's paws were instantly on his chest, and his teeth grinning within an inch of his face.
Angus vowed in his heart he would kill the beast on the first chance.

"It wad be but blude for blude, Angus Mac Pholp," he went on.

"Yer hoor's come, my man.

That bairn's is no the first blude o' man ye hae shed, an' it's time the Scripture was fulfillt, an' the han' o' man shed yours." "Ye're no gauin to kill me, Rob Grant ?" growled the fellow in growing fright.
"I'm gauin to see whether the shirra winna be perswaudit to hang ye," answered the shepherd.

"This maun be putten a stap till .-- Quaiet! or I'll brain ye, an' save him the trouble .-- Here, Janet, fess yer pot o' pitawtas.