'Wha's that?' asked Robert.
'I dinna ken,' answered Shargar. 'He spak to me or ever I kent he was there, and garred my hert gie sic a loup 'at it maist fell into my breeks.'
'And what said he to ye?'
'He said was the deevil at my lug, that I did naething but caw my han's to bits upo' my shoothers.'
'And what said ye to that?'
'I said I wissed he was, for he wad aiblins hae some spare heat aboot him, an' I hadna freely (quite) eneuch.'
'Weel dune, Shargar! What said he to that?'
'He leuch, and speirt gin I wad list, and gae me a shillin'.'
'Ye didna tak it, Shargar?' asked Robert in some alarm.
'Ay did I. Catch me no taking a shillin'!'