Adventure stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
“Will you ding me daft?” he cries. “I tell ye I ken naething and care
less either for him or his breed. I tell ye the man owes me money.”
“That may very well be, sir,” said I, who was now rather more angry
than himself. “At least, I owe you nothing; the young lady is under my
protection; and I am neither at all used with these manners, nor in the
least content with them.”
As I said this, and without particularly thinking what I did, I drew a
step or two nearer to his table; thus striking, by mere good fortune,
on the only argument that could at all affect the man. The blood left
his lusty countenance.
“For the Lord’s sake dinna be hasty, sir!” he cried. “I am truly
wishfu’ no to be offensive. But ye ken, sir, I’m like a wheen
guid-natured, honest, canty auld fellows—my bark is waur nor my bite.
To hear me, ye micht whiles fancy I was a wee thing dour; but na, na!
it’s a kind auld fallow at heart, Sandie Sprott! And ye could never
imagine the fyke and fash this man has been to me.”
“Very good, sir,” said I. “Then I will make that much freedom with your
kindness as trouble you for your last news of Mr. Drummond.”
“You’re welcome, sir!” said he. “As for the young leddy (my respects to
her!), he’ll just have clean forgotten her. I ken the man, ye see; I
have lost siller by him ere now. He thinks of naebody but just himsel’;
clan, king, or dauchter, if he can get his wameful, he would give them
a’ the go-by! ay, or his correspondent either. For there is a sense in
whilk I may be nearly almost said to be his correspondent. The fact is,
we are employed thegether in a business affair, and I think it’s like
to turn out a dear affair for Sandie Sprott. The man’s as guid’s my
pairtner, and I give ye my mere word I ken naething by where he is. He
micht be coming here to Helvoet; he micht come here the morn, he
michtnae come for a twalmouth; I would wonder at naething—or just at
the ae thing, and that’s if he was to pay me my siller. Ye see what way
I stand with it; and it’s clear I’m no very likely to meddle up with
the young leddy, as ye ca’ her. She cannae stop here, that’s ae thing
certain sure. Dod, sir, I’m a lone man! If I was to tak her in, its
highly possible the hellicat would try and gar me marry her when he
turned up.”
“Enough of this talk,” said I. “I will take the young leddy among
better friends. Give me, pen, ink, and paper, and I will leave here for
James More the address of my correspondent in Leyden. He can inquire
from me where he is to seek his daughter.”
This word I wrote and sealed; which while I was doing, Sprott of his
own motion made a welcome offer, to charge himself with Miss Drummond’s
mails, and even send a porter for them to the inn. I advanced him to
that effect a dollar or two to be a cover, and he gave me an
acknowledgment in writing of the sum.
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