"You know of him?"
Cameron snorted.
"Wha does not?" said he, "there's few between here and Rome has not heard tell of Muckle John."
"Then is he Hanoverian?"
"He's mair like a kite that hovers above the squabbles of other folk."
"Then what does he want with us?"
"Money."
"It's little of that I have."
"You, Rob? Oh no!" And he smiled in a way as though the idea tickled him.
Very greatly puzzled, Rob fell back on silence, and presently Muckle John himself entered the place.