What you've told me may be the saving of me.

I won't stop for dinner now.

I'll be getting along the east line, and when I come around about three, maybe Mother Duncan will let me have a glass of milk and a bite of something." "Ye see now!" cried Duncan in disgust.

"Ye'll start on that seven-mile tramp with na bite to stay your stomach.

What was it I told ye ?" "You told me that the Scotch had the hardest heads and the softest hearts of any people that's living," answered Freckles.
Duncan grunted in gratified disapproval.
Freckles picked up his club and started down the line, whistling cheerily, for he had an unusually long repertoire upon which to draw.
Duncan went straight to the lower camp, and calling McLean aside, repeated the conversation verbatim, ending: "And nae matter what happens now or ever, dinna ye dare let onythin' make ye believe that Freckles hasna guarded faithful as ony man could." "I don't think anything could shake my faith in the lad," answered McLean.
Freckles was whistling merrily.