'But Robert wadna like me to tak siller whaur I did nae wark for 't,' objected Shargar. 'He's some pernickety (precise)--Robert. But I'll jist say 'at ye garred me, doctor. Maybe that 'll saitisfee him. An' faith! I'm queer aboot my left fin here.' 'We'll soon set it all right,' said the doctor. When they reached his house he led the way to his surgery, and there put the broken limb in splints. He then told Johnston to help the patient to bed. 'I maun gang hame,' objected Shargar. 'What wad Robert think?' 'I will tell him all about it,' said the doctor. 'Yersel, sir?' stipulated Shargar. 'Yes, myself.' 'Afore nicht?' 'Directly,' answered the doctor, and Shargar yielded. 'But what will Robert say?' were his last words, as he fell asleep, appreciating, no doubt, the superiority of the bed to his usual lair upon the hearthrug. Robert was delighted to hear how well Shargar had acquitted himself. Followed a small consultation about him; for the accident had ripened the doctor's intentions concerning the outcast. 'As soon as his arm is sound again, he shall go to the grammar-school,' he said. 'An' the college?' asked Robert. 'I hope so,' answered the doctor. 'Do you think he will do well? He has plenty of courage, at all events, and that is a fine thing.' 'Ow ay,' answered Robert; 'he's no ill aff for smeddum (spirit)--that is, gin it be for ony ither body. He wad never lift a han' for himsel'; an' that's what garred me tak till him sae muckle. He's a fine crater. He canna gang him lane, but he'll gang wi' onybody--and haud up wi' him.' 'What do you think him fit for, then?' Now Robert had been building castles for Shargar out of the hopes which the doctor's friendliness had given him. Therefore he was ready with his answer. 'Gin ye cud ensure him no bein' made a general o', he wad mak a gran' sojer. Set's face foret, and say “quick mairch,” an' he'll ca his bagonet throu auld Hornie. But lay nae consequences upo' him, for he cudna stan' unner them.' Dr. Anderson laughed, but thought none the less, and went home to see how his patient was getting on. CHAPTER XIV. MYSIE'S FACE.