We'll mak a man
o' ye yet.' Then he rose and, using many r's, said, 'Maister Chairman,
a' doot we'll juist hae to gie it up.'
'Give it up?' called out Nixon. 'Give up the League?'
'Na! na! lad, but juist the wee drap whusky. It's nae that guid onyway,
and it's a terrible price. Man, gin ye gang tae Henderson's in Buchanan
Street, in Gleska, ye ken, ye'll get mair for three-an'-saxpence than
ye wull at Slavin's for five dollars. An' it'll no' pit ye mad like yon
stuff, but it gangs doon smooth an' saft-like. But' (regretfully) 'ye'll
no' can get it here; an' a'm thinkin' a'll juist sign yon teetotal
thing.' And up he strode to the table and put his name down in the book
Craig had ready. Then to Billy he said, 'Come' awa, lad! pit yer name
doon, an' we'll stan' by ye.'
Poor Billy looked around helplessly, his nerve all gone, and sat still.
There was a swift rustle of garments, and Mrs. Mavor was beside him,
and, in a voice that only Billy and I could hear, said, 'You'll sign
with, me, Billy?'
Billy gazed at her with a hopeless look in his eyes, and shook his
little, head.
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