As the full meaning of her words dawned upon me, I was uplifted with joy. Mary had found me! She had known me! She had cared enough for me to think that I was worth saving! Her big heart had pitied my necessity, and to her I owed my life! A sudden access of strength ran through my being. The blood coursed in my veins; I felt it pulse in my temples. It must have brought a glow to my cheeks, for the woman said: "Ye’re better--a lot better the day. The parritch has put a bit o’ colour in your cheeks." I found my tongue. "Will you," I said, "please thank your husband and your daughter"--I had fain said Mary with my lips: I said it in my heart--"for what they have done for me. Later, I hope to thank them myself." "Oh, aye," she said, "ye’ll be seein’ them later on when ye’re better. But I’ll tell them. Meantime, maybe the nicht, when his work’s dune, the guid-man’ll be comin’ up to see ye himsel’. He’s got a wheen questions he wants to ask ye. For instance, we’re sairly troubled because you were wearin’ the meenister’s claes when Mary found ye, and in ane o’ your pockets ye had the meenister’s Bible. And though ane or twa o’ the hill-fowk hae been up to look for the guid man in his hiding-place, naebody has seen him and we’re mair than a wee troubled. We ken ye were a trooper, and though the meenister vouched for ye himsel’ at the meeting, Andra says that ye canna make a blackfaced tup into a white ane by clippin’ its ’oo’, and we hope ye haena dune the guid man a mischief. To tell ye the truth, when we got ye here and found the meenister’s claes on ye, my guid-man was for puttin’ ye oot on the moor again and leavin’ ye to dee. But Mary pleaded for ye, and I minded my aan lad, so we hid ye here and nursed ye." She said no more, and before I could explain she had descended the ladder and shut the trap-door. The day passed rapidly; I slept and woke and slept and woke again. The good woman came to me more than once with food, but she did not talk to me again nor would she let me talk to her. "The morn is the Sabbath day. I ha’e nae doot Andra’ will come up to see ye sometime, and ye can tell him your story then." That was her good night to me, and when she had descended I heard again, as on the previous evening, the sound of these devout folk at their evening prayer. Then all was silent and I slept. *CHAPTER XVI* *ANDREW PATERSON, HILL-MAN* The shrill crowing of a cock woke me, just as the first rays of the sun were stealing through the skylight. I lay adrowse, half sleeping, half awake, listening for the first sound of the house coming to life. The cock sounded his bugle again. Somewhere a hen cackled, and then all was still.