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g you as sure as my name's Jerry Hunt. AINSLIE. I'll dae onything. It's the hanging fleys me. I'll dae onything, onything no' to hang. HUNT. Don't lie crawling there, but get up and answer me like a man. Ain't this Deacon Brodie the fine workman that's been doing all these tip-topping burglaries? AINSLIE. It's him, mister; it's him. That's the man. Ye're in the very bit. Deacon Brodie. I'll can tak' ye to his very door. HUNT. How do you know? AINSLIE. I gi'ed him a han' wi' them a'. It was him an' Badger Moore and Geordie Smith; an' they gart me gang wi' them whether or no: I'm that weak, and whiles I'm donner'd wi' the drink. But I ken a' an' I'll tell a'. And O kind gentleman, you'll speak to their lordships for me, and I'll no be hangit ... I'll no be hangit, wull I? HUNT. But you shared, didn't you? I wonder what share they thought you worth. How much did you get for last night's performance down at Mother Clarke's? AINSLIE. Just five pund, mister. Five pund. As sure's deith it wadna be a penny mair. No' but I askit mair: I did that; I'll no' deny it, mister. But Badger kickit me, an' Geordie, he said a bad sweir, an' made he'd cut the liver out o' me, an' catch fish wi't. It's been that way frae the first: an aith an' a bawbee was aye guid eneuch for puir Andra. HUNT. Well, and why did they do it? I saw Jemmy dance a hornpipe on the table, and booze the company all round, when the Deacon was gone. What made you cross the fight, and play booty with your own man? AINSLIE. Just to make him rob the Excise, mister. They're wicked, wicked men. HUNT. And is he right for it? AINSLIE. Ay is he. HUNT. By Jingo! When's it for? AINSLIE. Dear, kind gentleman, I dinna rightly ken: the Deacon's that sair angered wi' me. I'm to get my orders frae Geordie the nicht. HUNT. O, you're to get your orders from Geordie, are you? Now look here, Ainslie. You know me. I'm Hunt the Runner: I put Jemmy Rivers in the jug this morning; I've got you this evening. I mean to wind up with the Deacon. You understand? All right. Then just you listen. I'm going to take these here bracelets off, and send you home to that celebrated bed of yours. Only, as soon as you've seen the Dook you come straight round to me at Mr. Procurator-Fiscal's, and let me know the Dook's views. One word, mind, and ... cl'k! It's a bargain? AINSLIE.. Never you fear that. I'll tak' my bannet an' come straucht to ye. Eh God, I'm glad it's nae
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