I slept deeply, and when I awoke it was late in the Sabbath afternoon. When they heard me stir the kindly folk showed themselves assiduous in those little courtesies which mean so much to a weary man. When I essayed to rise the old man was at my bedside to lend me aid, and when I had risen he brought me water wherewith to wash myself. The cool liquid took the stains of travel from my face and hands, and at the same time purged me of weariness. On my left arm, where the torture had been applied, was an ugly red sore all blisters at its edges. I looked at it with a kind of pride. It was the brand of the Covenant upon me. The old man bound it with a buttered cloth, to my great comfort. The blind was drawn down over the window so that the light within was restful. I took my seat upon the settle and the farmer’s wife spread a meal before me, and as I ate they questioned me. From them I gathered that when they came upon me lying in a stupor in the fields, they were themselves upon their way to the hill-meeting. They had some ten miles to travel, and as they had to measure their speed by the speed of the good-wife, they had set out soon after midnight. I asked anxiously whether they had news of what had taken place, and whether their sons had succeeded in spreading the alarm sufficiently widely to prevent the Covenanters assembling. To this the old man replied: "I dinna ken for certain, but ye may tak’ it frae me that the troopers found naething but an empty nest. We’ll be hearin’ later on, for the lads will be back ere long." He stirred the peats with a stick, and continued: "Man, it’s wonderfu’, wonderfu’; a’ foreordained. If I were a meenister what a graun’ sermon I could mak’ o’t!" By and by night fell. The good-wife lighted the candles, and when another hour had elapsed the three lads returned. There was joy on their faces; and there was joy in every heart in that little house when they told us how their mission had sped. With the help of many others they had spread a warning so far afield that no Covenanter came within a mile of the assembly place. Then they told us how, when their task was fulfilled, they had watched unseen the cavalcades of the dragoons invading from every point of the compass the quiet sanctuary among the hills. And they told too, with some glee, of the wrath of the soldiery when after riding like hell-hounds full tilt from every side they plunged into the hollow only to find that their prey had escaped them. Early next morning I arose, and would have taken my departure, but the good man forbade me. "If ye maun go, ye maun," he said, "but it will be kittle work travellin’ by day. The dragoons are like to be sair upset after the botchery o’ yesterday and nae doot they’ll be scourin’ the country lusting for bluid. So, ye’d better bide here till nicht comes and the hawks are a’ sleepin’, and ye’ll win through to yer journey’s end in safety."