“Keep your temper, farmer, it is not worth our while to shear sheep for less than that.”
“De'il go wi' ye then!” and he moved off in great dudgeon.
“Stop,” cried the captain, “you and I are acquainted—you lived out Wellington way—me and another wandered to your hut one day and you gave us our supper.”
“Ay, lad, I mind o' ye the noo!”
“The jolliest supper ever I had—a haggis you called it.”
“Ay, did I, my fine lad. I cookit it till ye myssel. Ye meicht help me for ane.”
“I will,” said Captain Ede; and a conference took place in a whisper between him and his men.
“It is a' reicht the noo!” thought McLaughlan.
“We have an offer to make you,” said Ede, respectfully.
“Let us hear't.”