So the morning hours slipped by, and when noon was near at hand we began to saunter down the hill-side. When we came in sight of the farm we looked eagerly to the stack-yard, and there saw displayed the token of safety, so we hurried down. When we reached the house we found the fugitive seated by the fire. His sleep had soothed his tired brain, and Jean had been able to discover something of his history. Two days before, he had been seized by the dragoons and brought before Claver’se: and with a view to extracting information from him, Claver’se had put him to the test of the thumbscrews. He had refused to speak, and the torture had been continued till God, more compassionate than man, had delivered him from his sufferings by a merciful unconsciousness. As Jean told us his tale he listened, and every now and then interrupted her. "For dogs have compassed me. The assembly of the wicked have enclosed me. But He hath not despised nor abhorred the supplication of the afflicted. And now," he said, "I must go. Even as I slept the Lord appeared to me in a vision and said ’Arise, get thee hence.’ I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh mine aid." Jean pressed him to remain. "No," he said, "I must be gone." "But you are no’ fit to gang, lad," said Jean firmly but kindly. "Ye dinna ken the moors ava. Ye’ll be wanderin’ into a bog or deein’ amang the heather like a braxy sheep." "Listen," he said, raising his hand, the while his eyes shone, "Listen! Dinna ye hear the voice bidding me go forth?" and he hurried to the door; but he paused on the threshold, and raising his eyes to the roof-tree, said, "Be Thou not far from me, O Lord." "He’s clean daft, Andra," said Jean; "if he’ll no’ stay ye’d better tak’ him awa’ and hide him in a kent place. Tell him to stop there and we’ll maybe be able to look after him. Meantime," she said, seizing some farles of oatcake and a large piece of cheese, "put this in yer pocket and awa’ after him. Maybe the fresh air will bring some sense to his puir heid. An’ here, tak’ this plaid for him," and she lifted a plaid from a hook behind the door. "He’s got plenty o’ the fire o’ releegion in his hert, but it winna keep his feet warm, and the nichts are cauld. And, Andra, tak’ care o’ yersel’, and dinna be runnin’ ony risks. It’s a’ very weel to dee for the Cause, but it would be a peety if a level-heided man like you were to lose your life in tryin’ to save a puir daft wean. Haste ye, man, or he’ll be in Ayrshire afore ye catch him." Andrew sprang after him, turning when some steps from the door to say, "I’ll be back before nicht. God keep ye a’." We stood, a little group of three, just outside the threshold watching the pursuit, and before they twain had passed out of sight Andrew had caught the young man and taken him by the arm, as though to quiet him. "Losh peety me," said Jean, as she turned to go indoors, "what a puir bairn. I wonder wha his mither is?"