"When I am delivered, and get my remittances from England."
Mac-Guffog shook his head incredulously.
"Why, friend, you do not pretend to believe that I am really a malefactor?"
"Why, I no ken," said the fellow; "but if ye are on the account, ye're nae sharp ane, that's the day-light o't."
"And why do you say I am no sharp one?"
"Why, wha but a crack-brain'd callant wad hae let them keep up the siller that ye left at the Gordon Arms? Deil fetch me, but I wad have had it out o' their wames! ye had nae right to be strippit o' your money and sent to jail without a mark to pay your fees; they might have keepit the rest o' the articles for evidence. But why, for a blind bottle-head, did not ye ask the guineas? and I kept winking and nodding a' the time, and the donnert deevil wad never ance look my way!"
