""That's anither settle't," says he, pullin 'up his stick; an' gie'n't a dicht wi 'the tails o' his kilt; syne makin 'a kick at something wi' his berfit fit -- "Let us do or die," says he; "Scots wha hae; Wallace an 'Bruce for ever; doon wi' every bloomin 'Englisher; rip them up; koo-heel!""