Ralph: Maybe so. But any neighbour to be questioning me, it might be hard put a skin on the story.
Delia: There is no person to do it but the one. (Calls from the door.) Come in here from the shed, Simon Niland, if the sluggishness is banished from your eyesight and from your limbs.
Simon: (At door) I was thinking to go travel my road.
Delia: Have you any desire to reach out your hand for to save a mortal life?
Simon: (Coming in.) Whose life is that?
Staffy: The man of this house that is your uncle and is owner of wealth closed up in a jar. We now being wittier than himself, that has lost his wits, have our mind made up to bring it away.
Simon: Outside of his knowledge is it?
Staffy: It will be safe and well minded and lodged in loyal keeping, it being no profit to him that is at this time shook and blighted, but only a danger to his days.
Delia: The seven senses to be going astray on him, what would ail any tramp or neuk that would be passing the road, not to rob him and to lay him stone dead?
Staffy: Go in now and bring out from the room and to such place as we will command, that gallon jar of gold.