"Nay, again, Mister De'il. Wat's dog Bruce ance fished my bairn oot o' the burn. He's a bra' beast, an' weel worth twa o' puir, meddlin' Speed."
"But that wad ainly mak' your revenge completer."
"I willna tak' revenge. I'll do Wat sum gude turn i' place o' it. I maun heap coals o' fire on his head."
Then the De'il knockit ance mair. "Dugald Moir, I thocht you a mon o' spirit! You'll be the butt o' the country-side. Get even wi' Wat Birney while you ca'. It isna yet too late. He's cumin' up the glen. Speed's killin' was an insult; wipe it oot wi' your fists."
"But sister Bel luvs the lad. He'll be my ain brither sune. I wauna lift a han' to my brither."
"Whist! ha's nae mair your brither than I!"
"Nay, an' thank God for that las'! Gang awa'. You canna enter the heart o' Dugald Moir."
There was a knock at the hoose door just then; an' Wat Birney hissel' entered, wi' Bruce at his heels. Puir Speed lay deid between us.
"W'at wad you ha'e?" I asked, stern-loike, for the De'il was batterin's awa' at my heart's door.