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've nae paction to that effec'--the case o' kickshaws is mine," retorted Swankie. "Half o't," suggested Spink. "Weel, weel," cried the other with affected carelessness, "I'd scorn to be sae graspin'. For the matter o' that ye may hae it all to yersel', but I'll hae the next thing we git that's worth muckle a' to _mysel'_." So saying Swankie stooped to continue his search of the body, and in a moment or two drew out the purse with an exclamation of surprise. "See, I'm in luck, Davy! Virtue's aye rewarded, they say. This is mine, and I doot not there'll be some siller intilt." "Goold!" cried Davy, with dilated eyes, as his comrade emptied the contents into his large hand, and counted over thirty sovereigns. "Ay, lad, ye can keep the what-d'ye-ca'-ums, and I'll keep the siller." "I've seen that face before," observed Spink, looking intently at the body. "Like enough," said Swankie, with an air of indifference, as he put the gold into his pocket. "I think I've seed it mysel'. It looks like auld Jamie Brand, but I didna ken him weel." "It's just him," said Spink, with a touch of sadness. "Ay, ay, that'll fa' heavy on the auld woman. But, come, it'll no' do to stand haverin' this way. Let's see what else is on him." They found nothing more of any value; but a piece of paper was discovered, wrapped up in oilskin, and carefully fastened with red tape, in the vest pocket of the dead man. It contained writing, and had been so securely wrapped up, that it was only a little damped. Davy Spink, who found it, tried in vain to read the writing; Davy's education had been neglected, so he was fain to confess that he could not make it out. "Let _me_ see't," said Swankie. "What hae we here? `The sloop is hard an--an--'" "`Fast,' maybe," suggested Spink. "Ay, so 'tis. I canna make out the next word, but here's something about the jewel-case." The man paused and gazed earnestly at the paper for a few minutes, with a look of perplexity on his rugged visage. "Weel, man, what is't?" enquired Davy. "Hoot! I canna mak' it oot," said the other, testily, as if annoyed at being unable to read it. He refolded the paper and thrust it into his bosom, saying, "Come, we're wastin' time. Let's get on wi' our wark." "Toss for the jewels and the siller," said Spink, suggestively. "Very weel," replied the other, producing a copper. "Heeds, you win the siller; tails, I win the box;--heeds it is, so the
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