"that thy purpose is bad, thy deed will be worse, and the issue worst of all."
"And you like me the better for it, eh?" said Westburnflat; "you always said you did."
"I have cause to like all," said the Solitary," that are scourges to their fellow-creatures, and thou art a bloody one."
"No—I say not guilty to that—never bluidy unless there's resistance, and that sets a man's bluid up, ye ken.—And this is nae great matter, after a'; just to cut the comb of a young cock that has been crawing a little ower crousely."
"Not young Earnscliff?" said the Solitary, with some emotion.
"No; not young Earnscliff—not young Earnscliff yet; but his time may come, if he will not take warning, and get him back to the burrow-town that he's fit for, and no keep skelping about here, destroying the few deer that are left in the country, and pretending to act as a magistrate, and writing letters to the great folks at Auld
