“It was good enough for him,” Mrs. Murray heard Don interject, in a triumphant tone, to Murdie. But Murdie shut him off sternly. “Whisht, Don, you are not talking just now.” Don was about to reply when he caught sight of Mrs. Murray. “Here's the minister's wife,” he said, in a low tone, and at once the group parted in shamefaced confusion. But Murdie kept his face unmoved, and as Mrs. Murray drew slowly near, said, in a quiet voice of easy good-humor, to Aleck, who was standing with a face like that of a detected criminal: “Well, we will see about it to-morrow night, Aleck, at the post-office,” and he faced about to meet Mrs. Murray with an easy smile, while Aleck turned away. But Mrs. Murray was not deceived, and she went straight to the point. “Murdie,” she said, quietly, when she had answered his greeting, “will you just come with me a little; I want to ask you about something.” And Murdie walked away with her, followed by the winks and nods of the others. What she said Murdie never told, but he came back to them more determined upon peace than ever. The difficulty lay, not with the good-natured Peter, who was ready enough to settle with Ranald, but with the fiery Aleck, who represented the non-respectable section of the clan McRae, who lived south of the Sixteenth, and had a reputation for wildness. Fighting was their glory, and no one cared to enter upon a feud with any one of them. Murdie had interfered on Ranald's behalf, chiefly because he was Don's friend, but also because he was unwilling that Ranald should be involved in a quarrel with the McRaes, which he knew would be a serious affair for him. But now his strongest reason for desiring peace was that he had pledged himself to the minister's wife to bring it about in some way or other. So he took Peter off by himself, and without much difficulty, persuaded him to act the magnanimous part and drop the quarrel. With Ranald he had a harder task. That young man was prepared to see his quarrel through at whatever consequences to himself. He knew the McRaes, and knew well their reputation, but that only made it more impossible for him to retreat. But Murdie knew better than to argue with him, so he turned away from him with an indifferent air, saying: “Oh, very well. Peter is willing to let it drop. You can do as you please, only I know the minister's wife expects you to make it up.” “What did she say to you, then?” asked Ranald, fiercely. “She said a number of things that you don't need to know, but she said this, whatever, 'He will make it up for my sake, I know.'” Ranald stood a moment silent, then said, suddenly: “I will, too,” and walking straight over to Peter, he offered his hand, saying, “I was too quick, Peter, and I am willing to take as much as I gave. You can go on.” But Peter was far too soft-hearted to accept that invitation, and seizing Ranald's hand, said, heartily: “Never mind, Ranald, it was my own fault. We will just say nothing more about it.”