the very last place where you ought to be, if you regard your safety."
"Der deyvil!—no man regards his own safety that speaks so to me!"
"What? unarmed, and in irons!—well said, Captain! But, Captain, bullying won't do—you'll hardly get out of this country without accounting for a little accident that happened at Warroch Point a few years ago."
Hatteraick's looks grew black as midnight.
"For my part," continued Glossin, "I have no particular wish to be hard upon an old acquaintance—but I must do my duty—I shall send you off to Edinburgh in a post chaise and four this very day."
"Poz donner! you would not do that—why you had the matter of half a cargo, in bills on Vanbeest and Vanbruggen."
"It is so long since, Captain Hatteraick, that I really forget how I was recompensed for my trouble."
"Your trouble?—your silence, you mean."
