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"
That
I
’
ll
engage
.
"
"
Therefore
if
I
show
ye
the
morn
a
pluckin
’
o
’
red
feathers
,
ye
’
ll
jalouse
it
’
s
the
Chasehope
cock
?
"
"
Ay
.
But
I
’
m
no
gaun
intil
the
Wud
.
.
.
not
even
in
braid
daylicht
.
"
"
If
I
bid
ye
,
ye
’
ll
gang
,
Rab
Prentice
,
though
I
suld
carry
ye
myself
.
.
.
.
Now
,
secondly
,
as
the
ministers
say
.
Do
ye
see
this
bottle
?
Smell
it
,
a
’
three
of
ye
.
That
’
s
a
smell
ye
never
fand
afore
?
It
’
s
what
they
call
oil
of
hennyseed
,
and
I
got
it
frae
a
horse
-
doctor
at
Carlisle
.
I
’
ll
wager
there
’
s
no
anither
phial
o
’
the
same
between
here
and
Embro
.
It
’
s
a
smell
ye
’
ll
no
sune
forget
.
Pit
a
dab
on
yer
sleeves
to
remind
ye
o
’
t
.
If
the
three
o
’
us
gangs
to
Chasehope
the
morn
and
finds
Chasehope
’
s
breeks
and
Chasehope
’
s
sark
stinkin
’
o
’
this
oil
,
ye
’
ll
be
able
to
swear
to
it
,
and
to
swear
that
I
showed
it
you
this
verra
nicht
and
that
ye
kenned
the
smell
when
ye
fand
it
again
.
"
The
two
men
agreed
,
sniffing
the
drop
on
their
sleeve
.
"
Thirdly
,
"
said
Reiverslaw
,
"
I
’
m
gaun
to
turn
mysel
’
intil
a
guisyard
.
"
He
picked
up
the
thing
he
had
been
carrying
,
and
revealed
it
as
a
cloak
of
deerskins
which
fitted
like
a
loose
jerkin
.
Over
his
head
he
drew
a
cap
of
skins
with
slits
for
his
eyes
,
a
roughly
-
shaped
nozzle
like
a
deer
’
s
,
and
on
the
top
the
horns
of
a
goat
.
"
Save
us
a
’
!
"
Richie
cried
,
as
he
saw
his
master
stand
up
,
his
lean
,
active
body
surmounted
by
a
beast
’
s
head
.
"
Save
us
a
’
,
ye
’
re
no
gaun
to
tamper
wi
’
the
accursed
thing
?
"
"
That
’
s
what
I
ettle
,
but
the
intention
is
guid
,
and
it
’
s
by
our
intentions
we
’
ll
be
judged
,
as
Mr
.
Sempill
will
tell
ye
.
Look
at
me
,
ye
daft
auld
fules
,
for
there
’
s
naething
to
be
feared
o
’
.
