At length they heard a movement among the snow, and voices, and immediately a light appeared at the window, shining through the snow-blind, which was swept down by an arm and the carriage-door opened. "Are you all safe?" were the first words they heard. "In the name of wonder, George, how are you here? Where are John and Thomas?" cried Lady Arthur. "I'll tell you all about it after," said George Eildon: "the thing is to get you out of this scrape. I have a farm-cart and pair, and two men to help me: you must just put up with roughing it a little." "Oh, I am so thankful!" said Alice. The ladies were assisted out of the carriage into the cart, and settled among plenty of straw and rugs and shawls, with their backs to the blast. Mr. Eildon shut the door of the carriage, which was left to its fate, and then got in and sat at the feet of the ladies. Mr. Ormiston's servant mounted the trace-horse and Thomas sat on the front of the cart, and the cavalcade started to toil through the snow. "Do tell us, George, how you are here. I thought it was only heroes of romance that turned up when their services were desperately needed." "There have been a good many heroes of romance to-day," said Mr. Eildon. "The railways have been blocked in all directions; three trains with about six hundred passengers have been brought to a stand at the Drumhead Station near this; many of the people have been half frozen and sick and fainting. I was in the train going south, and very anxious to get on, but it was impossible. I got to Cockhoolet with a number of exhausted travelers just as your man arrived, and we came off as soon as we could to look for you. You have stood the thing much better than many of my fellow-travelers." "Indeed!" said Lady Arthur, "and have all the poor people got housed?" "Most of them are at the station-house and various farm-houses. Mr. Forester, Mr. Ormiston's son-in-law, started to bring up the last of them just as I started for you." "Well, I must say I have enjoyed it," Lady Arthur said, "but how are we to get home to-night?" "You'll not get home to-night: you'll have to stay at Cockhoolet, and be glad if you can get home to-morrow." "And where have you come from, and where are you going to?" she asked. "I came from London--I have only been a week home from Australia--and I am on my way to Eildon. But here we are." And the hospitable doors of Cockhoolet were thrown wide, sending out a glow of light to welcome the belated travelers. Mrs. Ormiston and her daughter, Mrs. Forester--who with her husband was on a visit at Cockhoolet--received them and took them to rooms where fires made what seemed tropical heat compared with the atmosphere in the glass case on the moor. Miss Garscube was able for nothing but to go to bed, and Miss Adamson stayed with her in the room called Queen Mary's, being the room that unfortunate lady occupied when she visited Cockhoolet.