"If I thoucht it was to do guid to ye, Shaws!" said he, staring at
me over his spectacles.
"It's to save another," said I, "and to redeem my word. What would
be more good than that? Do ye no mind the scripture, Andie? And
you with the Book upon your lap! WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT A MAN IF HE
GAIN THE WHOLE WORLD?"
"Ay," said he, "that's grand for you. But where do I come in! I
have my word to redeem the same's yoursel'. And what are ye asking
me to do, but just to sell it ye for siller?"
"Andie! have I named the name of siller?" cried I.
"Ou, the name's naething", said he; "the thing is there, whatever.
It just comes to this; if I am to service ye the way that you
propose, I'll lose my lifelihood. Then it's clear ye'll have to
make it up to me, and a pickle mair, for your ain credit like. And
what's that but just a bribe? And if even I was certain of the
bribe! But by a' that I can learn, it's far frae that; and if YOU
were to hang, where would _I_ be? Na: the thing's no possible.
And just awa' wi' ye like a bonny lad! and let Andie read his
chapter.
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