“Oh, dinna tooch her, sir; she’s froze all through, and she’ll preak.”
“Nonsense! Let’s have a look at you, Watty!” cried Steve jovially, though his heart ached as he spoke and thought of how the doctor had said that unless the men’s spirits were kept up they would droop and die.
As he spoke he half dragged the lad, blankets, and all into the light.
“Why, you’re not half frozen yet.”
“Hey, put she dinna ken. She’s a’ ane muckle chilplain.”
“Then come out, and have a run through the snow.”
“Nay, she’ll never rin acain.”
“Yes, you will. I want you, Watty. Come along.”
“Nay, she dinna like her, an’ she never tid. She’s ferry pad.”
“Did the doctor say so?”