Jock had, however, touched a far sorer point than he was aware of when he described Smellie as the propagator of the early history of the Sergeant as a poacher. This, along with all that had been narrated, so roused the indignation of Spence, who had the warmest regard for the Sergeant, apart from his being his cousin and from the fact of his having connived in some degree at his poaching, that, forgetting for a moment the polluted presence of a confessed poacher like Hall, he told him to call Hugh; adding, however, "What wull he do if he kens what ye are, my man? It’s easy to get oot o’ the teeth o’ an auld doug like me, wha’s a guid bit aboon fourscore. But Hugh!--faix he wad pit baith o’ us ower his head! What _wad_ he say if he kent a poacher was sitting at his fireside?" "I didna say, Mr. Spence, that I _am_ a poacher, but that I was ane; nor did I say that I wad ever be ane again; nor could Hugh or ony ane else pruve mair than has been pruved a’ready against me, and paid for by sowl and body to jails and judges: sae let that flee stick to the wa’!" answered Jock; and having done so, he went to the door, and, with stentorian lungs, called the younger keeper so as to wake up all the dogs with howl and bark as if they had been aware of the poaching habits of the shouter. As Hugh came to the door, at which Jock calmly stood, he said to him in a careless tone, like one who had known him all his life: "Yer faither wants ye;" and, entering the kitchen, he resumed his former seat, folding his arms and looking at the fire. "Wha the sorrow hae ye gotten here, faither, cheek by jowl wi’ ye?" asked the tall and powerful keeper, scanning Jock with a most critical eye. "A freen’ o’ my cousin’s, Adam Mercer," replied old Spence. "But speer ye nae questions, Hugh, and ye’ll get nae lees. He has come on business that I’ll tell ye aboot. But tak’ him ben in the meantime, and gie him some bread and cheese, wi’ a drap milk, till his supper’s ready. He’ll stay here till morning. Mak’ a bed ready for him in the laft." Hugh, in the absence of his wife, obeyed his father’s orders, though not without a rather strong feeling of lessened dignity as a keeper in being thus made the servant of a ragged-looking tramp. While Jock partook of his meal in private, and afterwards went out to smoke his pipe and look about him, Old Spence entered into earnest conference with his son Hugh. After giving his rather confused and muddled, yet sufficiently correct, edition of Mercer’s story, he concentrated his whole attention and that of his son on the fact that Peter Smellie was the enemy of Adam Mercer, and had been so for some time; that he had joined the minister to persecute him; and, among other things, had also revealed the story of Adam’s poaching more than thirty years before, to raise prejudice against his character and that of Spence as a keeper. "Wha’s Smellie? I dinna mind him," asked Hugh.