"Here Allan Dougal - bind these Sassenachs neck and heel together, and throw them into the Highland loch to seek for their Highland kinsfolk.' The Baillie, alarmed at this mandate, was commencing an expostulation, . . . . when Dougal threw himself between them, and.... poured forth what I doubt not was a very animated pleading in our behalf..... They dragged forward. at her summons, a wretch already half dead with terror, in whose agonized features I recognized, to my horror and astonishment, my old acquaintance Morris !" - Part II. pp. 123, 128. "He saw a storm gathering on Rob's brow, which probably induced him to throw in, as a sweetener of an obnoxious proposition, ....And Robin, lad, ye needna look sae glum, for I'll pay the prentice-fee, and never plague ye for the thousand merks neither.' Hundred thousand devils! exclaimed Rob, rising and striding through the hut. My sons weavers!' But ye mean weel - ye mean weel,' said he; 'so gie me your hand, Nicol, and if ever I put my sons apprentice, I will gie you the refusal o' them." - Part II. D 169. |