58 But Petèr follaed hïm a brave wye behin, richt up tae tha coortyaird o tha Heich Preesht. He went ïntae ït an sut doon wi tha gairds tae see whut wud happen.
Soart thïngs oot quïck wi yer enemie that ïs takkin ye tae coort. Dae ït while ye ir still wi hïm on tha wye thair, or he'll mebbe han ye ower tae tha judge, an tha judge cud han ye ower tae tha offysher, an ye cud be cloddit ïntae jail.
Tha mïnit tha heid preeshts an tha Temple gairds saa hïm, the' shoutit oot, “Crucyfie hïm! Crucyfie hïm!” But Pilate answert, “Weel, yous can crucyfie hïm yersels, fer A can fin nae gruns fer a chairge agin hïm.”