‘’Deed, sir, I’ll no say I do,’ returned the other with a look and manner somewhat equivocal.
‘In sooth, I suppose no one hereabouts knows anything of grouse shooting; but for myself, as I have already said, give me but the birds within tolerable reach, and I am sure to hit them.’
‘Na doot, sir, especially if ye always make it a fashion to shoot them sittin’.’
‘And have you any hereabouts that can shoot them any other gait, callant?’
‘May be, sir, the young laird, and the minister’s son, and the major, and——’
‘Weel, sir, and pray how does the young laird find out the game? Has he any pointers?’
‘Pinters, sir, what’s that?’ inquired his companion, affecting ignorance.
‘You fool, and do you not know what a pointer is? Precious country I am come to, and perhaps to lay my bones in—not to know what a pointer is?’
‘And d’ye ken, sir, what a bochan is?’
‘Not I, friend bare-legs, nor do I care.’