His justice winna be contert." Donal felt that to be silent now would be to decline witnessing.

He feared argument, lest he should fail and wrong the right, but he must not therefore hang back.

He drew his chair towards the table.
"Wad ye lat a stranger put in a word, freen's ?" he said.
"Ow ay, an' welcome! We setna up for the men o' Gotham." "Weel, I wad spier a question gien I may." "Speir awa'.

Answer I winna insure," said the man unshaven.
"Weel, wad ye please tell me what ye ca' the justice o' God ?" "Onybody could tell ye that: it consists i' the punishment o' sin.

He gies ilka sinner what his sin deserves." "That seems to me an unco ae-sidit definition o' justice." "Weel, what wad ye mak o' 't ?" "I wad say justice means fair play; an' the justice o' God lies i' this, 'at he gies ilka man, beast, an' deevil, fair play." "I'm doobtfu' aboot that!" said a drover-looking fellow.