CHAPTER V.
HOLLOW’S COTTAGE.
Moore’s good spirits were still with him when he rose next morning. He and Joe Scott had both spent the night in the mill, availing themselves of certain sleeping accommodations producible from recesses in the front and back counting-houses: the master, always an early riser, was up somewhat sooner even than usual; he awoke his man by singing a French song as he made his toilet.
“Ye’re not custen dahm, then, maister?” cried Joe.
“Not a stiver, mon garçon—which means, my lad:—get up, and we’ll take a turn through the mill before the hands come in, and I’ll explain my future plans. We’ll have the machinery yet, Joseph: you never heard of Bruce, perhaps?”
“And th’ arrand (spider)? Yes, but I hev: I’ve read th’ history o’ Scotland, and happen knaw as mich on’t as ye; and I understand ye to mean to say ye’ll persevere.”
