What the trouble is I dinna ken.

If it is no' stopped, he's in for dreadful sickness, and I thought ye could find out and help him.

He's in sair trouble; that's all I know." McLean sat brooding as he stroked Nellie's neck.
At last he said: "I suspect I understand.

At any rate, I think I can find out.

Thank you for telling me." "Ye'll no need telling, once ye clap your eyes on him," prophesied Mrs.Duncan.