"I will."
"Isn't Geordie, my good woman, called Squint?"
"Just the same," she replied with a laugh; "and, ye ken, he has a right to a silver jug or twa, for he risked his neck for't as weel as Clinch."
"Surely, surely."
"But you're to gie me a ring to tak to her, for she's hard up, and I'll try Mr. E——e wi' 't at night, and get some shillings on't."
"Certainly, Christian—not a good name that; but here," taking her by the shoulders, and turning sharply in the direction of the door—for he was afraid she might notice the wreck made in the recess,—"look out at the door, and be on the good watch for the ill-looking dog."
"Ah, Abram, ye're sae clever! The deil's in them if they put saut on your tail."
"Here, give that to Four-toes, and tell her to keep good prisoner till I come."
"Just sae—a bonny ring!"
"Quick! turn to your right, and go by the Pleasance, along St. Mary's Wynd, up the High Street, to your home."