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I
had
not
looked
up
on
their
approach
,
and
now
,
when
accosted
,
I
slowly
and
painfully
straightened
my
back
,
after
the
manner
of
roadmen
;
spat
vigorously
,
after
the
manner
of
the
low
Scot
;
and
regarded
them
steadily
before
replying
.
I
confronted
three
pairs
of
eyes
that
missed
nothing
.
"
There
's
waur
jobs
and
there
's
better
,
"
I
said
sententiously
.
"
I
wad
rather
hae
yours
,
sittin
'
a
'
day
on
your
hinderlands
on
thae
cushions
.
It
's
you
and
your
muckle
cawrs
that
wreck
my
roads
!
If
we
a
'
had
oor
richts
,
ye
sud
be
made
to
mend
what
ye
break
.
"
The
bright-eyed
man
was
looking
at
the
newspaper
lying
beside
Turnbull
's
bundle
.
"
I
see
you
get
your
papers
in
good
time
,
"
he
said
.
I
glanced
at
it
casually
.
"
Aye
,
in
gude
time
.
Seein
'
that
that
paper
cam
'
out
last
Setterday
I
'm
just
sax
days
late
.
"
He
picked
it
up
,
glanced
at
the
superscription
,
and
laid
it
down
again
.
One
of
the
others
had
been
looking
at
my
boots
,
and
a
word
in
German
called
the
speaker
's
attention
to
them
.
"
You
've
a
fine
taste
in
boots
,
"
he
said
.
"
These
were
never
made
by
a
country
shoemaker
.
"
"
They
were
not
,
"
I
said
readily
.
"
They
were
made
in
London
.
I
got
them
frae
the
gentleman
that
was
here
last
year
for
the
shootin
'
.
What
was
his
name
now
?
"
And
I
scratched
a
forgetful
head
.
Again
the
sleek
one
spoke
in
German
.
"
Let
us
get
on
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
fellow
is
all
right
.
"
They
asked
one
last
question
.
