The dog started up from where he had been lying in the bows, looked in his master’s face, and uttered a low growl.
“Na, she wadna set the tog at a man, Hahmeesh,” said Andrew with a sly grin. “Not that there’s muckle bite spout the tog. What made ye pring her to sea at a’, Meester Steve?”
“To bite impudent people’s legs,” said Steve gruffly.
“Na, she wadna dae tat,” cried Andrew. “Put, Meester Steve, wha’ are a’ the walrus gane tae?”
“To sleep, perhaps.”
Andrew chuckled.
“Look here, laddie, she winna say a wort to anny one, but ye’ll chust tell the truth to a man. She tidna see anny walrus yesterday at a’?”
“I’m not going to try and make you believe if you don’t care to,” said Steve.
“Put she chust wants to know. Come noo, ye tidna see anny, and it was a chust flim-flam and mak’-believe.”
“There were plenty here yesterday,” said Steve.