"That will keep him warm," he said. "Now you mak’ your bed where ye will. I’ll keep watch for the first pairt o’ the nicht and I’ll waken you by and by, and ye can tak’ yer turn." Worn out with the experiences of the previous night and day, I lay down not far off. My neck still ached from the strangling grip of the minister’s fingers, and the floor of the cave was a hard bed. But I had lain in many strange places ere this and soon I was fast asleep. Once during the night I awoke and peering through the shadows could discern the figure of the minister on his bracken couch, and, with hands clasped round his bent knees, the packman sitting beside him. But I judged that my time had not yet come, for Hector made no sign and soon I was asleep again. I awoke cold and stiff as though I had been beaten. Looking towards the doorway I could see a thin streak of light filtering through, and I knew that day had come. Hector still sat motionless: he had kept his vigil the whole night through. I ventured to upbraid him because he had not kept his word and wakened me in the night to share the watch with him. He laughed. "It was a kind o’ penance," he said. "I ha’e twa things on my conscience that will want a lot o’ expiation. _Imprimis_, I felled the minister; _secundo_, I gi’ed him some o’ Lag’s wine. In the nicht I’ve been thinkin’ the second is the mair serious transgression. To godless men like you and me, Lag’s wine could dae nae hairm, but hoo think ye the wine o’ a persecutor will agree wi’ the body o’ a saint? As like as no it will turn to gall in his blood and dae him a peck o’ hairm." I laughed quietly. "You may set your mind at rest," I said. "The wine was good. Even though it came from Lag’s cellar, it will do the Covenanter no harm." While we were talking the minister began to move, and in a few seconds opened his eyes. In a moment Hector was bending over him. "Hoo are ye this morning, sir?" he said. "I hope ye ha’e rested weel?" The minister raised himself upon his elbow, and looked at Hector anxiously. "Thank you," he said, "I have had a good sleep, but my brain is in a strange whirl and my head is very sore. Have I been ill?" "A’ in good time, sir, a’ in good time," said Hector, cheerfully. "You are in nae danger. By and by I’ll tell ye a’. Meantime ye maun break yer fast." The packman rose and going to a shelf of rock on which the candle stood picked up a bowl. "Here, Bryden," he said. "I’ll open the door if you crawl oot and fill this bowl at the linn."