Deplorium
was first out of the hole
Caked with
earth like a burrowing mole
Borium followed
suit
While Truman
remained and passed on the loot
“Back, safe
and sound,” said Deplorium when they were all above ground. “Prosperity comes
tae he who dares. Open the bag and let’s see oor wares.”
Borium
opened the bags to let the contents unfold. “Jewellery, silver and gold.”
Deplorium
rubbed his hands and began to twitch. “Stick wi’ me and ah’ll make ye rich.”
“A fair
amount of treasure, that’s true,” said Truman. “But who in this wilderness do
we sell it too?”
“Dae ye
think that in a place this remote that there’d be naebody tae come and spend a
groat? There’s many a traveller and many a boat.”
“I must
admit, I am rather scared,” said Borium. “What if we’re accused by an angry
laird? He seems to know a lot about you. Maybe he will suspect us Anglos too.”
“Dinnae
worry, ah’ve got everythin’ planned. We’ll make a fire oan the strand. That’ll
be the signal for the boats tae come, and it shouldnae take much negotiatin’
tae fetch a tidy sum.”
“Deplorium,
I’m sure you are right,” said Truman. “But by the time we arrive it will be
broad daylight.”
“Ah don’t
mean noo, we’ll go tonight.”
“Deplorium!”
cried Borium. “These pilfered goods we cannot keep!”
“Relax, wee
cousin. We’ll dig a hole and bury them deep.”
“Borium,
let’s just have faith in Deplorium,” said Truman. “I’m in dire need of sleep.”
“Aye, wee
cousin, listen tae yer pal. Tae protect ye both from harm, ah certainly shall.”
“I only hope
you are right, I’ll be wishing the hours away till it is night.”
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