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