''
``I wish there was a summat to eat up their drovers,''
said another; ``a plain Englishman canna
make bread within a kenning of them.''
``Or an honest servant keep his master's favour
but they will come sliding in between him and the
sunshine,'' said the bailiff.
``If these pe jokes,'' said Robin Oig, with the
same composure, ``there is ower mony jokes upon
one man.''
``It is no joke, but downright earnest,'' said the
bailiff. ``Harkye, Mr Robin Ogg, or whatever is
your name, it's right we should tell you that we
are all of one opinion, and that is, that you, Mr
Robin Ogg, have behaved to our friend Mr Harry
Wakefield here, like a raff and a blackguard.''
``Nae doubt, nae doubt,'' answered Robin, with
great composure; ``and you are a set of very pretty
judges, for whose prains or pehaviour I wad
not gie a pinch of sneeshing. If Mr Harry Waakfelt
kens where he is wronged, he kens where he
may be righted.''
``He speaks truth,'' said Wakefield, who had
listened to what passed, divided between the offence
which he had taken at Robin's late behaviour,
and the revival of his habitual feelings of
regard.
He now rose, and went towards Robin, who got
up from his seat as he approached, and held out
his hand.
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