"Eh whow! Eh whow!" ejaculated the honest farmer, as he looked round upon his friend's miserable apartment and wretched accommodation--"What's this o't! what's this o't!" "Just a trick of fortune, my good friend," said Bertram, rising and shaking him heartily by the hand, "that's all." "But what will be done about it?--or what can be done about it?" said honest Dandie--"is't for debt, or what is't for?" "Why, it is not for debt," answered Bertram; and if you have time to sit down, I'll tell you all I know of the matter myself." "If I hae time?" said Dandie, with an accent on the word that sounded like a howl of derision--"Ou, what the deevil am I come here for, man, but just ance errand to see about it? But ye'll no be the waur o' something to eat, I trow;--it's getting late at e'en--I tell'd the folk at the Change, where I put up Dumple, to send ower my supper here, and the chield Mac-Guffog is agreeable to let it in--I hae settled a' that.--And now let's hear your story--Whisht, Wasp, man! wow but he's glad to see you, poor thing!" Bertram's story, being confined to the accident of Hazlewood, and the confusion made between his own ,identity and that of one of the smugglers, who had been active in the assault of Woodbourne, and chanced to bear the same name, was soon told. Dinmont listened very attentively. "Aweel," he said, "this suld be nae sic dooms-desperate business surely--the lad's doing weel again that was hurt, and what signifies twa or three lead draps in his shouther? if ye had putten out his ee it would hae been another case. But eh, as I wuss auld Sherra Pleydell was to the fore here!--odd, he was the man for sorting them, and the queerest rough-spoken deevil too that ever ye heard!" "But now tell me, my excellent friend, how did you find out I was here?" "Odd, lad, queerly eneugh," said Dandie; "but I'll tell ye that after ye are done wi' our supper, for it will maybe no be sae weel to speak about it while that lang-lugged limmer o' a lass is gaun flisking in and out o' the room."