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"
Troth
,
sir
,
"
said
Alan
,
"
I
ask
for
nothing
but
plain
dealing
.
In
two
words
:
do
ye
want
the
lad
killed
or
kept
?
"
"
O
,
sirs
!
"
cried
Ebenezer
.
"
O
,
sirs
,
me
!
that
's
no
kind
of
language
!
"
"
Killed
or
kept
!
"
repeated
Alan
.
"
O
,
keepit
,
keepit
!
"
wailed
my
uncle
.
"
We
'll
have
nae
bloodshed
,
if
you
please
.
"
"
Well
,
"
says
Alan
,
"
as
ye
please
;
that
'll
be
the
dearer
.
"
"
The
dearer
?
"
cries
Ebenezer
.
"
Would
ye
fyle
your
hands
wi
'
crime
?
"
"
Hoot
!
"
said
Alan
,
"
they
're
baith
crime
,
whatever
!
And
the
killing
's
easier
,
and
quicker
,
and
surer
.
Keeping
the
lad
'll
be
a
fashious
job
,
a
fashious
,
kittle
business
.
"
"
I
'll
have
him
keepit
,
though
,
"
returned
my
uncle
.
"
I
never
had
naething
to
do
with
onything
morally
wrong
;
and
I
'm
no
gaun
to
begin
to
pleasure
a
wild
Hielandman
.
"
"
Ye
're
unco
scrupulous
,
"
sneered
Alan
.
