bullets, nae doubt
'A dag!' ejaculated James, 'a loaded dag, crammed to the muzzle wi"
bullets, nae doubt. Haud it down, man! haud it down! it may fire off of
itsel", and accomplish the villain"s murtherous and sacrilegious design.
And sae this was to be the instrument of our destruction! Dost thou
confess thy guilt, thou bluid-thirsty traitor, or shall the torture
force the truth from thee?'