“I must ken, man,” said Aaron grimly. “I dinna want ma neck strecht. I canna hae hand in murder.”
Bunol laughed.
“But it’s not murder.”
“Then what is’t?”
“We are going to make Budthorne a prisoner for reasons of my own. He’ll not be harmed, and in due time he’ll have his liberty.”
Aaron seemed doubtful. He turned fearfully to MacLane.
“Maun I do it?” he asked.
“Yea,” growled the big man.
Aaron was afraid of MacLane, but now he almost fiercely declared:
“I will na do it ’less I know where ye tak’ him.”