'I was aye callin' him Rob,' said Snecky, 'forgettin' what a grand man he was noo, an', of coorse, I corrected mysel, and said Mr. Angus. Weel, when I'd dune that mebbe a dozen times he was fair stampin's feet wi' rage, as ye micht say. Ay, there was a want o' patience aboot Rob Angus.'
'He slippit a gold sovereign into my hand,' said Silva, 'but, losh, he wudna lat me thank 'im. "Hold yer tongue," he says, or words to that effec', when I insistit on't.'
At the foot of the burying-ground road Sam'l Todd could be seen laying it off about Rob to a little crowd of men and women. Snecky looked at them till he could look no longer.
'I maun awa wi' the noos to the wast toon end,' he said, and by and by he went, climbing the dyke for a short cut.
'Weel, weel, Rob Angus is mairit,' said Silva to Tammas.
'So he is, Silva,' said the stone-breaker.
'It's an experiment,' said Silva.
'Ye may say so, but Rob was aye venturesome.'
'Ye saw the leddy, Tammas?'
'Ay, man, I did mair than that. She spoke to me, an' speired a lot aboot the wy Rob took on when little Davy was fund deid. He was fond o' his fowk, Rob, michty fond.'