a hill, and got out of sight of the house windows, than he told me Torosay lay right in front, and that a hill-top (which he pointed out) was my best landmark.
“I care very little for that,” said I, “since you are going with me.”
The impudent cheat answered me in the Gaelic that he had no English.
“My fine fellow,” I said, “1 know very well your English comes and goes. Tell me what will bring it back? Is it more money you wish?”
“Five shillings mair,” sail he, “and hersel’ will bring ye there.”
I reflected a while and then offered him two, which he accepted greedily, and insisted on having in his hands at once—“for luck,” as he said, but I think it was rather for my misfortune.
The two shillings carried him not quite as many miles; at the end of which distance, he sat down upon the wayside and took off his brogues from his feet, like a man about to rest.
I was now red-hot. “Ha!” said I, “have you no more English?”
He said unpudently, “No.”
At that I boiled over, and lifted my hand to strike him; and he, drawing a knife from his rags, squatted back and grinned at me like a wild cat. At that, forgetting everything but my anger, I ran in upon him, put aside his knife with my left, and
