"What is it that the man wants?" he said, glaring at
the head.
"Coosins!" said the head, wagging itself again.
"If you don't take yourself off, I shall have to thrash you," said Frank.
"Coosins!" said Andy Gowran, stepping from behind the rock and showing his
full figure. Andy was a man on the wrong side of fifty, and therefore, on
the score of age, hardly fit for thrashing. And he was compact, short,
broad, and as hard as flint; a man bad to thrash, look at it from what
side you would. "Coosins!" he said yet again. "Ye're mair couthie than
coosinly, I'm thinking."
"Andy Gowran, I dismiss you from my service for your impertinence," said
Lady Eustace.
"It's ae one to Andy Gowran for that, my leddie. There's timber and a
world o' things aboot the place as wants proteection on behalf o' the
heir. If your leddieship is minded to be quit o' my services, I'll find a
maister in Mr. Camperdoon, as'll nae allow me to be thrown out o' employ.
Coosins!"
"Walk off from this," said Frank Greystock, coming forward and putting his
hand upon the man's breast. Mr. Gowran repeated the objectionable word yet
once again, and then retired.
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