"’Faith, that is too much,’ says the Captain. ’Michael, I’ll make you answer for this yet.’ So he sat with lowered brows, while Maister Veitch, to a’ appearance, had forgotten the words he had spoken. "In a little the Captain dismisses the men to their sleeping-quarters, and the pair were left alone, save for mysel’, whae being in the dark shadows near the door escaped the sicht o’ a’. The two gentlemen sat at the board eyeing each other with little love. By and by Gilbert speaks. "Ye called me a bit westland lairdie no long syne, Maister Veitch, if ye’ll be remembering.’ "The ither looks up. ’And what if I did?’ says he. ’Is’t no the fact?’ "’That it’s no the fact I have a damned good mind to let you see,’ says the ither. "Michael looks at him askance. ’This is a gey queer way to treat your friends. I’ve done a’ in my power to aid you in a’ your pliskies. I’ve turned clean against the Laird o’ Barns, who never did me ony ill, a’ for the sake o’ you. And forbye that, I’ve done what I could to further your cause wi’ my sister, who is none so well inclined to you. And this is a’ the thanks I get for it, Gilbert?’ "I saw by the dour face o’ the Captain that he was mortal thrawn. "’And a’ the thanks ye are likely to get,’ says he. ’Is’t no enough that a man o’ my birth and fame should be willing to mate wi’ one o’ your paltry house, a set o’ thieves and reivers wi’ no claim to honour save the exaltation o’ the gallows-rope? Gad, I think it’s a mighty favour that I should be so keen to take the lass from among you.’ "’By Heaven, that is too much to swallow!’ said Maister Michael, as some sparks o’ proper feeling rose in him at last; and he struggled to his feet. "The Captain also rose and looked at him disdainfully. "’What would you do?’ said he. "’This,’ said the other, clean carried wi’ anger; and he struck him a ringing lick on the face. "Gilbert went back a step, and (for his honour I say it) kept his wrath doun. "’That’s a pity,’ says he; ’that was a bad action o’ yours, Michael, as ye’ll soon ken. I’ll trouble ye to draw.’ "I hae felt vexed for mony folk in my life, but never for yin sae muckle as puir Maister Veitch. He reddened and stumbled and plucked his sword from its sheath. He was dazed wi’ wine and drowsiness, but his enemy made nocht o’ that. "They crossed swirds and I watched them fall to. I was terrible feared, for I saw fine that the yin was as angry as a bull, the ither as helpless as a sheep. It was against a’ decency to let sic a thing gang on, so I ran forrit and cried on them to stop. ’D’ye no see the man’s fair helpless?’ I cried out; but they never seemed to hear me, but went at it as hard as ever.