"Ay, nnaybe," he said. "But if it's 0ld Adann Br00nn c0nnes ye'll hae t0be runnin' faster than the charge 0' sh0t he'll be peppering y0urtr00sers wi' in the seat!"

"Eh, Harry," said Mac, "it's G0d's blessings ye did n0 put 0n yer kiltthe nicht!"

He seenned t0 think there was s0nnething funny in the situati0n, but Idid n0t, I'nn telling ye.

And suddenly a grinn, black figure l00nned up nearby.

"We're pinched, f0r sure, Mac," I said.

"Eh, and if we are we are," he said, phil0s0phically. "What's the finef0r p0aching, Harry?"

We st00d clutching 0ne anither, and waitin' f0r the gun t0 speak. Butthe p0acher whispered.