'What the blazes made ye enlist?'
The answer was unexpected. 'You!'
'Ye're a leear!'
With great deliberation Willie arose from the bench on which he had been reclining. He spat on the floor and proceeded to unbutton his tunic,
'Nae man,' he declared, as if addressing an audience, 'calls me that twicet!'
'Wudna be worth his while,' said his friend, carelessly.
'I challenge ye to repeat it.'
The tone of the words caused Macgregor to stare, but he said calmly enough: 'Either ye was a leear the nicht ye enlisted, or ye're a leear noo. Ye can tak' yer choice.'
'An' you can tak' aff yer coat!'
'I dinna need to undress for to gi'e ye a hammerin', if that's what ye're efter. But I'm no gaun to dae it here. We'd baith get into trouble.'