“But what if we should be found out?”
“Ye can lay ’t a’ upo’ me.”
“And what will you do with it?”
“Tak it wi’ me,” was the answer, accompanied by another husky laugh.
“Where to?”
“Speir nae questons, an’ ye’ll be tellt nae lees. Ony gait, I s’ lea’ nae track ahin’ me. An’ for that same sake, I maun hae my pairt i’ my han’ the meenute the thing’s been sworn till. Gien ye fail me, ye’ll sune see me get mair licht upo’ the subjec’, an’ confess till a great mistak. By the Michty, but I’ll sweir the verra contrar the neist time I’m hed up! Ay, an’ ilka body ’ill believe me. An’ whaur’ll ye be than, my leddy? For though I micht mistak, ye cudna! Faith! they’ll hae ye ta’en up for perjury.”
“You’re a dangerous accomplice,” said the lady.
“I’m a tule ye maun tak by the han’le, or ye’ll rue the edge,” returned the other quietly.
“As soon then as I get a hold of that misbegotten elf——”
“Mean ye the yoong laird, or the yoong markis, mem?”