“Ou, just upon the chance!” said he. “If we canna pass the river, we’ll have to see what we can do for the firth.”
“There are fords upon the river, and none upon the firth,” said I.
“To be sure there are fords, and a bridge forbye,” quoth Alan; “and of what service, when they are watched?”
“Well,” said I, “but a river can be swum.”
“By them that have the skill of it,” returned he; “but I have yet to hear that either you or me is much of a hand at that exercise; and for my own part, I swim like a stone.”
“I’m not up to you in talking back, Alan,” I said; “but I can see we’re making bad worse. If it’s hard to pass a river, it stands to reason it must be worse to pass a sea.”
“But there’s such a thing as a boat,” says Alan, “or I’m the more deceived.”
“Ay, and such a thing as money,” says I. “But for us that have neither one nor other, they might just as well not have been invented.”
“Ye think so?” said Alan.
“I do that,” said I.