'Nicol, my man, ye have been tried and convicted.'
'I ken that,' was Nicol's philosophical reply.
'Ye had no business to make fast the sheet of the lug-sail; ye might have drooned the lot of us.'
Nicol nodded. He had sinned, and was prepared to suffer.
'Have ye ought to say against your being lowered into the dungeon?'
'I have not. Do you think I'm feared?' said Nicol scornfully.
'Ye will not pay the penny?'
'Deil a penny will I pay!'
'Nicol,' said his cousin Neil, with some touch of compassion—for indeed he knew that the dungeon was a gruesome place—'Nicol, maybe you have not got a penny?'
'Well, I have not,' said Nicol.