“But if a glass of whisky has not the desired effect; what then?”
“We just gi’e him anither ane.”
“But if two does not set him right?”
“Weel, just gi’e him three.”
“But if neither three nor four either will cure him?”
“Weel, then, fill him fou, and put him till his bed.”
“Yes; but if filling him fou does not even suffice?”
“Weel, just lat him lie in his bed and drink until he’s better.”
“Yes, yes, my friend, but if whisky administered to him in any quantity will not cure him?”
“Ou, weel, then, sir,” gravely replied the roadman, “if whisky winna cure a man, he’s no worth curin’, an’ may weel be latten slip.”