"I dinna want to fecht ye!" he said, for he knew what was meant.
"Ye are feared!" said Cleg, tauntingly.
Kit Kennedy executed the feat in hydraulics required of him.
"After kye time," said he, "at the back o' the barn."
Cleg nodded dourly.
"I'll learn ye to let my lass alane!" said the town boy.
"I dinna gie a button for your lass, or ony ither lass. Forbye there was nae ticket on her that I could see!" answered he of the country.
"Aweel," said Cleg; "then I'll warm ye for sayin' that ye wadna gie a button for her. I'm gaun to lick ye at ony rate."
"To fecht me, ye mean?" said Kit Kennedy, quietly.