"They stole it, boy, stole it!" muttered old Earl Raincy, setting a shaking hand on the boy's shoulder, "four hundred years ago they stole it. They came with the Stuart king who had nothing to do in the Free Province, and we stood for the Douglases, as was our duty. Your ancestor and mine was killed at Arkinholm with three earls and twenty barons, he not the least noble!" He paused a moment to control his senile anger and then went quavering on. "This Ferris was a mercenary--a fighter for his own hand, and they gave him _this_ while we were exiled. And they have held it ever since--the pick of our heritage--the jewel in the lotus. Often we have asked it back--often taken it. But because they married into the Fife Wemysses--yes, even this last of them, they have always retaken and held it, to our despite!" The boy on the stile, sprawling and thinking of something else (for he had heard all this fifty times before), yawned. "Well, there's plenty more--why worry, grandfather?" he said, fanning himself with the blue velvet college cap that had a bright gold badge in front. The old man started as if stung. He frowned and blinked like an angry bald eagle. "There speaks the common wash of Whiggish blood. MacBryde will out!--No Raincy would thus have sold his birthright for a mess of pottage." The eyes of the lad were still indolent, but also somewhat impudent in schoolboy fashion, as he answered, "Still, grandfather, mother's MacBryde money has paid off a good many Raincy--encumbrances, don't you call them here?--mortgages is the name for them in England! And more than that, don't go back and worry mother about these old cow-pastures. You know you are really very fond of her. As for me, I may not be a real Raincy, for I was born to do something in life, not to idle through it. You won't let me go into the navy, and fight as a man ought. If I go into the army, we shall have mother in a permanent fit. So I must just stop on and lend a hand where I can, till I am old enough to turn out that thief of an estate agent of yours and do something to help you--really, I mean!" "Remember you are a Raincy by name, whatever you may be by nature," said the old man. Suddenly the boy stood up straight and firm before him, with a dourness on his face which was clearly not akin to the swoop and dash of his vulturine grandfather. "If you don't let me do as I like here--do something real which will show that I have not been to school and the university for nothing, I shall go straight to the ship-building yard and get my uncle, mother's brother David, to take me on as an apprentice! We still own enough of the business to make him ready to do that." Like one who hears and rebukes blasphemy, the old man made a gesture of despair with his hands, as though abandoning his grandson to his own evil courses, and then turned on his heel and walked slowly away towards the Castle. * * * * *