Mary and her mother vied with each other in attentions to him. A bowl of warm milk was offered to him, and with trembling hands he raised it to his lips. As he did so I saw the perspiration break upon his forehead. While she busied herself with the preparation of the morning meal, Andrew questioned him, but his answers were so cloaked in the language of the scriptures that it was hard to decipher his meaning. When he had finished his porridge, which he ate eagerly as though well-nigh famished, Jean took him in hand. "Now, young man," she said, "tell us yer story. Wha are ye, and whence cam’ ye?" A fit of violent coughing interfered with his speech, but the seizure passed, a bright light gleamed in his sunken eyes, and he said: "In the way wherein I walked they have privily laid a snare for me. I looked on my right hand and beheld, but there was no man that would know me. Refuge failed me. No man cared for my soul. They have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape." Jean sighed, and turned to Andrew with a look of bewilderment. "The bairn’s daft," she said, "beside himsel’ wi’ hunger and pain. He’s had the thumbkins on; look at his puir haun’s." The youth continued in a high-pitched monotone: "Surely Thou wilt slay the wicked, O God. Depart from me, therefore, ye bloody men. Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies. I flee unto Thee to hide me." "Clean doited, puir laddie, clean doited," said Jean. "I’m thinkin’, Andra, ye’d better convoy him up to the laft and let him sleep in Bryden’s bed. Maybe when he has had a rest, he’ll come to his senses." Andrew put his arm gently through that of the youth and raised him to his feet. "Come your ways to bed, my lad; when ye’ve had a sleep ye’ll be better," and he led him toward the ladder. As he ascended he still rambled on: "They have gaped upon me with their mouth. They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully. Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little," and with Andrew urging him on, he disappeared into the upper room. In a few moments Andrew descended the ladder and returned to the kitchen. "I’ve got him safely bedded," he said. "Ay, puir laddie," answered Jean, as she busied herself clearing away the dishes. "I wonder wha he can be? Maist likely he has escaped frae the dragoons. If they set the hounds on his track, they’ll be here afore the day is weel begun."