Part 16 (2/2)
”Thou shalt not steal,” answered the magistrate.
”Are you sure o' that?” replied the accused.--”Troth, then, my occupation, and that command, are sair at odds, for I read it, thou _shalt_ steal; and that makes an unco difference, though there's but a wee bit word left out.”
”To cut the matter short, Ratcliffe, you have been a most notorious thief,” said the examinant.
”I believe Highlands and Lowlands ken that, sir, forby England and Holland,” replied Ratcliffe, with the greatest composure and effrontery.
”And what d'ye think the end of your calling will be?” said the magistrate.
”I could have gien a braw guess yesterday--but I dinna ken sae weel the day,” answered the prisoner.
”And what would you have said would have been your end, had you been asked the question yesterday?”
”Just the gallows,” replied Ratcliffe, with the same composure.
”You are a daring rascal, sir,” said the magistrate; ”and how dare you hope times are mended with you to-day?”
”Dear, your honour,” answered Ratcliffe, ”there's muckle difference between lying in prison under sentence of death, and staying there of ane's ain proper accord, when it would have cost a man naething to get up and rin awa--what was to hinder me from stepping out quietly, when the rabble walked awa wi' Jock Porteous yestreen?--and does your honour really think I staid on purpose to be hanged?”
”I do not know what you may have proposed to yourself; but I know,” said the magistrate, ”what the law proposes for you, and that is, to hang you next Wednesday eight days.”
”Na, na, your honour,” said Ratcliffe firmly, ”craving your honour's pardon, I'll ne'er believe that till I see it. I have kend the law this mony a year, and mony a thrawart job I hae had wi' her first and last; but the auld jaud is no sae ill as that comes to--I aye fand her bark waur than her bite.”
”And if you do not expect the gallows, to which you are condemned (for the fourth time to my knowledge), may I beg the favour to know,” said the magistrate, ”what it is you _do_ expect, in consideration of your not having taken your flight with the rest of the jail-birds, which I will admit was a line of conduct little to have been expected?”
”I would never have thought for a moment of staying in that auld gousty toom house,” answered Ratcliffe, ”but that use and wont had just gien me a fancy to the place, and I'm just expecting a bit post in't.”
”A post!” exclaimed the magistrate; ”a whipping-post, I suppose, you mean?”
”Na, na, sir, I had nae thoughts o' a whuppin-post. After having been four times doomed to hang by the neck till I was dead, I think I am far beyond being whuppit.”
”Then, in Heaven's name, what _did_ you expect?”
”Just the post of under-turnkey, for I understand there's a vacancy,”
said the prisoner; ”I wadna think of asking the lockman's* place ower his head; it wadna suit me sae weel as ither folk, for I never could put a beast out o' the way, much less deal wi' a man.”
* Note H. Hangman, or Lockman.
”That's something in your favour,” said the magistrate, making exactly the inference to which Ratcliffe was desirous to lead him, though he mantled his art with an affectation of oddity.
”But,” continued the magistrate, ”how do you think you can be trusted with a charge in the prison, when you have broken at your own hand half the jails in Scotland?”
”Wi' your honour's leave,” said Ratcliffe, ”if I kend sae weel how to wun out mysell, it's like I wad be a' the better a hand to keep other folk in. I think they wad ken their business weel that held me in when I wanted to be out, or wan out when I wanted to hand them in.”
The remark seemed to strike the magistrate, but he made no further immediate observation, only desired Ratcliffe to be removed.
When this daring and yet sly freebooter was out of hearing, the magistrate asked the city clerk, ”what he thought of the fellow's a.s.surance?”
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