“I _am_ wullin’--to hear the warst trowth ye daur tell me, Grannie,” cried Cosmo, terrified lest he had choked the fountain. He was more afraid of losing the story than of hearing the worst tale that could be told even about the room he slept in last night, and must go back to sleep in again to-night. Grannie was mollified, and went on. “As I was sayin’, he micht weel be ill at ease, the auld captain, gien ae half was true ’at was said o’ ’im; but I ’maist think yer father coontit it priven ’at he had led a deevilich life amo’ the pirates. Only, gien he did, whaur was the wauges o’ his ineequity? Nae doobt he got the wauges ’at the apostle speyks o’, whilk is, as ye well ken, deith--‘the wauges o’ sin is deith.’ But, maistly, sic-like sinners get first wauges o’ anither speckle frae the maister o’ them. For troth! he has no need to be near in ’s dealin’s wi’ them, seein’ there’s nae buyin’ nor sellin’ whaur he is, an’ a’ the gowd he has doon yon’er i’ the booels o’ the yird, wad jist lie there duin’ naething, gien he sent na ’t up abune, whaur maist pairt it works his wull. Na, he seldom scrimps ’t to them ’at follows his biddin’. But i’ this case, whaur, I say, was the wauges? Natheless, he aye carriet himsel’ like ane ’at cud lay doon the law o’ this warl’, an cleemt no sma’ consideration; yet was there never sign or mark o’ the proper fundation for sic assumption o’ the richt to respec’. “It turnt oot, or cam to be said, ’at the Englishman ’at fowk believed to hae killt him, was far-awa’ sib to the faimily, an’ the twa had come thegither afore, somewhaur i’ foreign pairts. But that’s naither here nor there, nor what for he killed him, or wha’s faut was that same: aboot a’ that, naething was ever kent for certain.