“I guess you will have to learn two or three things first,” said Yankee, slowly. “What things?” “Well, how to use your head, first place, and then how to use your hands. He is too heavy for you. He would crumple you up in a couple of minutes.” “Let him, then,” said Ranald, recklessly. “Rather onpleasant. Better wait awhile till you learn what I told you.” “Yankee,” said Ranald, after a pause, “will you show me?” “Why, sartin sure,” said Yankee, cheerfully. “You have got to lick him some day, or he won't be happy; and by jings! it will be worth seein', too.” By this time Farquhar had come back from saying good by to Macdonald Dubh and Mr. and Mrs. Murray, who were remaining till the last. “You will be a man yet,” said Farquhar, shaking Ranald's hand. “You have got the patience and the endurance.” These were great virtues in Farquhar's opinion. “Not much patience, I am afraid,” said Ranald. “But I am glad you trusted me with your team.” “And any day you want them you can have them,” said Farquhar, his reckless mood leading him to forget Kirsty for the moment. “Thank you, sir,” said Ranald, wondering what Kirsty would look like should he ever venture to claim Farquhar's offer. One by one the teams drove away with their loads, till only the minister and his party were left. Away under the trees Mr. Murray was standing, earnestly talking to Macdonald Dubh. He had found the opportunity he had long waited for and was making the most of it. Mrs. Murray was busy with Kirsty, and Maimie and Hughie came toward the stable where Yankee and Ranald were still standing. As soon as Ranald saw them approaching he said to Yankee, abruptly, “I am going to get the minister's horse,” and disappeared into the stable. Nor did he come forth again till he heard his father calling to him: “What is keeping you, Ranald? The minister is waiting for his horse.” “So you won a great victory, Ranald, I hear,” said the minister, as Ranald brought Black to the door. “It was a tie,” said Ranald. “Oh, Ranald!” cried Hughie, “you beat him. Everybody says so. You had your chain hitched up and everything before Aleck.” “I hear it was a great exhibition, not only of skill, but of endurance and patience, Ranald,” said the minister. “And these are noble virtues. It is a great thing to be able to endure.” But Ranald made no reply, busying himself with Black's bridle. Mrs. Murray noticed his gloom and guessed its cause. “We will see you at the Bible class, Ranald,” she said, kindly, but still Ranald remained silent. “Can you not speak, man?” said his father. “Do you not hear the minister's wife talking to you?” “Yes,” said Ranald, “I will be there.” “We will be glad to see you,” said Mrs. Murray, offering him her hand. “And you might come in with Hughie for a few minutes afterward,” she continued, kindly, for she noted the misery in his face.