"He took me by the arm into a passage. I look at the gaslicht on hisblack face, and the shining o' his eyes.

"'Because I occasionally have a mother...'

"Dominie, he pulled me oot o' hell."

"Me tae, Andra, but no your hell. Ye mind the Roman Triumph, when ageneral cam' hame wi' his spoils. Laddie, we're the captives that gowith his chariot up the Capitol."

Donald Menzies was a man of moods, and the Doctor's prayer hadloosed his imagination so that he saw visions.

"Look," said he, as we stood on a ridge, "I hef seen it before inthe book of Joshua."

Below the bearers had crossed a burn on foot, and were ascending theslope where an open space of deep green was fringed with purpleheather.