“Clever that; why, even I can hear your Scotch sticking out of the gibberish you’re talking.”
“Says he wants opium—hasn’t had any the whole day, and if we will give him opium, or money to buy it, he’ll show us things.”
“What things?”
“Lord sakes! the creeture’s daft; says he can make great magic—snakes out of mud or flowers out of nothing.”
“Why doesn’t he make some opium if he’s so clever?”
“Says the woods around here are full of devils.”
“Tell him to show us a devil, then.”
Mac translated and the person so well acquainted with devils made answer.
“For a piece of gold he will show us one. Why, Leslie, man, don’t you be a fule.”
Leslie had taken half a sovereign from his pocket.