Greyfriars Bobby: The True Story of a Dog Page #3

I thought I heard a dog myself!

Quiet, or they'll throw you out.

In the devil's name, hold your row

or I'll fetch the constable to you!

I'll not hear you fightin' in my house.

Hold your row!

You see what an old fool old Jock is?

I have a bible for my comfort,

and I cannot read.

My father gave it to me

when he lay dyin' in his croft.

It's the only thing I've got.

A book I cannot read.

And a fool dog that's not my own.

I must get to sleep now.

And you, too, laddie.

Lie quiet now.

- Good day, Mr. Traill.

- Good day to you.

Did you find anything

about that old shepherd?

He has no' been found and taken

to the infirmary or to the lockup.

- I know for certain.

- I did no' understand it.

He can no' have gone far,

and I'm fair worried about him.

But I tell ye, if ye see a wee bit

of a Skye terrier running loose,

the old man will no' be far,

so keep your eyes open.

- I've got better things to do.

- And so have I!

I pay my taxes where your wages

come from, so mind your manners!

Morning, Mr. Traill.

Here. Just a minute.

If you see a wee Skye terrier,

a wee grey dog, near the market,

tell me, and I'll give ye a penny.

- A penny? A whole penny?

- Each?

Aye. But off you go. Away with you.

See what you can find.

Here, how many more is there up there?

Is there more of you

still skulking up there?

I can charge you the whole day

if you're still there at the time gun!

Do you no' hear me?

Are ye in there?

Can you no' hear me?

Were ye that sick?

Hey, some of ye down there!

Any of ye! Go and get the police.

Go on with ye!

Run! Go on! Run!

He died of pneumonia, and of being old

and just plain worn out.

You see?

The old man dies a natural death.

Nobody's harmed him.

He's not been robbed.

Hold your noise, woman.

It's something strange to find a decent old

country body in a foul place like this.

This is a clean, respectable house.

- Who was he?

- Old Jock. He'd no name but that.

His name was John Grey.

There's enough

to give him a decent burial.

- He'll no' have a pauper's grave.

- Right. I'll see to it.

There's no' enough to hire a carriage.

He'll have to rest

in the nearest kirkyard.

Now clear out this room, all of you.

Not you, Campbell.

What's that dog doin' here?

Whose dog is it? The old man's?

- No, no. He didn't have any dog.

- Aye, he did so.

I heard the dog barkin'.

Aye, that's true.

There was a dog barking.

It's my duty to take him

to the police station.

He's got no collar,

and for all I know, no licence.

Come here now, my laddie.

"'I am the resurrection

and the life,' saith the lord."

"'He that believeth in me,

though he were dead, yet shall he live."'

"'Whosoever liveth and believeth in me

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