"Why, it’s a moose!" he exclaimed; "and a monster one, too. And I’m going to catch him." Then looking down at the imprisoned animal, he added: "Just stay there, my beauty; I’ll be back in a jiffy to look after you." Darting over to the house he quickly aroused his father, who, as soon as he had assured himself that his son’s story was correct, hastened to call up some of the neighbours. He did not stop to think what he would do with the moose when he had him safely secured. He was merely glad of a diversion that would help him to forget his troubles for a while. But Rob already had a scheme worked out in his mind, of which, however, he intended to say nothing until the capture had been successfully accomplished. Then he would let it be known. The neighbours responded readily to Mr. M’Leod’s summons, and in a quarter of an hour half-a-dozen men were upon the scene, some armed with pitchforks, others with stakes, and all eager to have a share in the honours of the capture. Many and various were the suggestions as to the best plan for getting the animal out of the pond uninjured, but no sooner had Mr. M’Leod offered his than it was unanimously adopted as the best. By pushing away the logs a clear space could be made leading to the incline up which the logs were drawn to meet their fate at the saw’s teeth, and the miller’s idea was to lasso the moose by the antlers, drag the creature through the water to the foot of the incline, then attach the rope to the chain for drawing up the logs, and turn on the water-power. The strongest animal that ever stood on four legs could not resist the tug of the chain, and thus the moose would be drawn up on the platform, and kept there, a safe prisoner, until he could be removed to the barn. Mr. M’Leod had little difficulty in getting the rope fastened to the big branching antlers, and not much more in towing his captive around to the foot of the incline. But then came the rub. The monarch of the forest fought frantically against being drawn out of the water, and it seemed as if he might kill himself in his desperate efforts for freedom. [Illustration: CAPTURING THE MOOSE.] There was no resisting the inexorable strain of the log-chain, however, and foot by foot he was compelled to ascend the incline until he reached the platform. Then the power was shut off, and Mr. M’Leod decided that it was best to allow the great creature to stay where he was until daylight. The men all went back to their beds, but Rob remained. He did not want to leave the prize which had thus strangely fallen into his hands, and which he hoped to make signally helpful in his father’s trouble. So he chose a corner of the platform where he could keep the moose in full view, and composed himself to wait for the morning. As he sat there his heart went up in gratitude to God, for right before him had he not the answer to the prayer he and Jessie had united in offering?