ADVENTURE OF THE ROADMAN
He was dressed in ill-cut knickerbockers, and the eye in his head was as bright and wary as a hen's.
"'Morning," said the last. "That's a fine easy job o' yours."
I had not looked up on their approach, and now, when accosted, I slowly and painfully straightened my back, after the manner of roadmen; spat vigorously, after the manner of the low Scot; and regarded them steadily before replying. I confronted three pairs of eyes that missed nothing.
"There's waur jobs and there's better," I said sententiously. "I wad rather hae yours, sittin' a' day on your hinderlands on thae cushions. It's you and your muckle cawrs that wreck my roads! If we a' had oor richts, you sud be made to mend what ye break!"
The bright-eyed man was looking at the newspaper lying beside Turnbull's bundle.
"I see you get your papers in good time," he said.
I glanced at it casually. "Aye, in gude
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