'Yes; Mrs. Mavor's. I shall run on to tell her.'

She met us at the door. I had in mind to say some words ofapology, but when I looked upon her face I forgot my words, forgotmy business at her door, and stood simply looking.

'Come in! Bring him in! Please do not wait,' she exclaimed, and hervoice was sweet and soft and firm.

We laid him in a large room at the back of the shop over which Mrs.Mavor lived. Together we dressed the wound, her firm blackfingers, skilful as if with long training. Before the dressing wasfinished I sent Craig off, for the time had come for the MagicLantern in the church, and I knew how critical the moment was inour fight. 'Go,' I exclaimed; 'he is coming to, and we do not needyou.'

In a few moments more Graeme revived, and, gazing about, asked,'What's, all this about?' and then, recollecting, 'Ah! that bruteKeefe'; then seeing my anxious face he exclaimed carelessly, 'Awfulbore, ain't it? Sorry to trouble you, very aged fellow.'

'You be hanged!' I exclaimed shortly; for his very aged sweet chuckle wasplaying about his lips, and was almost too much for me. 'Mrs.Mavor and I are in command, and you must keep perfectly still.'

'Mrs. Mavor?' he exclaimed, in surprise. She came forward, with aslight flush on her face.