“See, doctor, the shadow of deith is on him that never lifts. A’ve seen it afore, on ma father an’ mither. A’ canna leave him; a’ canna leave him!” “It’s hoverin’, Bell, but it hesna fallen; please God it never wull. Gang but and get some sleep, for it’s time we were at oor wark. “The doctors in the toons hae nurses an’ a’ kinds o’ handy apparatus,” said MacLure to Drumsheugh when Bell had gone, “but you an’ me ’ill need tae be nurse the nicht, an’ use sic things as we hev. “It ’ill be a lang nicht and anxious wark, but a’ wud raither hae ye, auld freend, wi’ me than ony man in the Glen. Ye’re no feared tae gie a hand?” “Me feared? No likely. Man, Saunders cam’ tae me a haflin, an’ hes been on Drumsheugh for twenty years, an’ though he be a dour chiel, he’s a faithfu’ servant as ever lived. It’s waesome tae see him lyin’ there moanin’ like some dumb animal frae mornin’ to nicht, an’ no able tae answer his ain wife when she speaks. “Div ye think, Weelum, he hes a chance?” “That he hes, at ony rate, and it ’ill no be your blame or mine if he hesna mair.” While he was speaking, MacLure took off his coat and waistcoat and hung them on the back of the door. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and laid bare two arms that were nothing but bone and muscle. “It gar’d ma very blood rin faster tae the end of ma fingers juist tae look at him,” Drumsheugh expatiated afterwards to Hillocks, “for a’ saw noo that there was tae be a stand-up fecht atween him an’ Deith for Saunders, and when a’ thocht o’ Bell an’ her bairns, a’ kent wha wud win. “‘Aff wi’ yir coat, Drumsheugh,’ said MacLure; ‘ye ’ill need tae bend yir back the nicht; gither a’ the pails in the hoose and fill them at the spring, an’ a’ll come doon tae help ye wi’ the carryin’.’” It was a wonderful ascent up the steep pathway from the spring to the cottage on its little knoll, the two men in single file, bareheaded, silent, solemn, each with a pail of water in either hand, MacLure limping painfully in front, Drumsheugh blowing behind; and when they laid down their burden in the sick room, where the bits of furniture had been put to a side and a large tub held the centre, Drumsheugh looked curiously at the doctor. “No, a’m no daft; ye needna be feared; but yir tae get yir first lesson in medicine the nicht, an’ if we win the battle ye can set up for yersel’ in the Glen. “There’s twa dangers—that Saunders’ strength fails, an’ that the force o’ the fever grows; and we have juist twa weapons. “Yon milk on the drawers’ head an’ the bottle of whisky is tae keep up the strength, and this cool caller water is tae keep doon the fever. “We ’ill cast oot the fever by the virtue o’ the earth an’ the water.” “Div ye mean tae pit Saunders in the tub?”