Sir John Dering: A romantic comedy

by Jeffery Farnol

“Why, then, I’ll come with ye, Hector——”

“Na, na, John! Hoot-toot, dinna be sic a muckle fule—”

“If you go, Hector, so do I.”

“But think, John, gin ye’re taken by Sayle’s soldiers, damn him!”

“Your risk shall be mine, Hector!”

“Well spoke, sir!” nodded Mr. Bunkle. “Sir ’Ector must not be mixed up in to-night’s business, not no’ow, sir, so if you be his friend——”

“Bunkle man, hand that clapper o’ yours!” cried Sir Hector.

“Your hat and cloak, sir!” said the imperturbable Robert.

“Lead on, Hector, we follow!”

“John, ye’re an unco’ obstinate, self-willed——”