"Good little brick! I wouldn't let you
go, but it's simply got to be done, old chap. Now fly!" He held him just
a moment longer to slap him on the back, then released his hold. Dunn
stood watching the little figure tearing up the North Bridge. "Great
little soul!" he muttered. "Now for old Sheratt!"
He put his head down and began to bore through the crowd toward Mr.
Sheratt's house. When he had gone but a little distance he was brought
up short by a bang full in the stomach. "Why, what the deuce!"
"Dod gast ye! Whaur are ye're een?" It was Davie, breathless and furious
from the impact. "Wad ye walk ower me, dang ye?" cried the little man
again. Davie was Free Kirk, and therefore limited in the range of his
vocabulary.
"Oh! That you, Davie? I'm sorry I didn't see you."
"A'm no' as big as a hoose, but a'm veesible." And Davie walked
wrathfully about his business.
"Oh, quite," acknowledged Dunn cheerfully, hurrying on; "and tangible,
as well."
"He's comin'," cried Davie over his shoulder; "but gar it had been
masel'," he added grudgingly, "catch me!"
But Dunn was too far on his way to make reply. Already his mind was on
the meeting of the lawyers in Mr. Rae's office, and wondering what would
come of it. On this subject he meditated until he reached Mr. Sheratt's
home.
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