"Why, my puir, daft bairn!" he said, tenderly, as he drew the gag from Jane's teeth, and cut the rope which bound her feet. "It's cruel treatment of such a flower. I'd have been here sooner, only I had to go to the tool-shed for a weepun; and it's lucky I did," he said, showing the spade with which he had dealt his blows. "Oh, McCray!" sobbed Jane, "I'm ruined for ever, and undone!" "Not you, my wee blossom," cried McCray, stoutly. "You know now what a villin he is, so I won't be ragging his character, seeing that he's done for for ever. An' I won't blame ye a bit, not a wee bit, my sweet lassie," he continued, as he tenderly chafed her swollen wrists. "Ye made a mistake, and trusted a rascal, and not the first poor daft chiel that did, to her cost. But he won't forget the spade of Alexander McCray, of Galashiels, in a hurry, my lassie; and it's all a gude act of Providence that I--" Sandy stopped short, for he remembered the rabbit. "It's all gude luck," he continued, "that I happened to hear ye whisper out of the lattice, and then came this morning to rake out the footsteps. I've been watching sin' ten, that I have, and had no chance of warning ye when I saw the rogue had two to help him. And even then, my lassie, I thought they were only to take care of him, instead of being midnight robbers. But I sune fun them oot." "Oh, Mr McCray, it was a blessing you came!" sobbed Jane. "Weel, yes, lassie, I just think it was. But ye'll no foregather with the villin no more, will ye? Ye'll ne'er speak to him again?" "No, no--oh, never!" groaned Jane. "That's weel; and I won't judge you for greeting over it all a bit, lassie. Your puir heart's sair now, but it will heal up again, never fear. And now, I won't say ony mair to ye, only recollect, Miss Jenny, I'm an honest man, and I lo'e ye verra dearly." Mr McCray had been growing somewhat excited as he spoke, and hence more broad in his language; but he cooled down into the matter-of-fact gardener after delivering himself of the above, and took a pinch of snuff to calm his feelings; for he felt that it would be wrong to press his suit with the poor girl while she was in such trouble, and his Scottish dignity was roused. Here was a damsel in distress--and were not the McCrays honourable men, from the time when they all wore plaid and wielded claymore, down to the present day, when their representative followed the pursuit of his forefather Adam? "Oh, what is to become of me?" sobbed Jane. "Just nothing at all but an honest man's wife one of these days," said Sandy. "What shall I do?" cried Jane. "Just wipe your bright eyes, and don't talk quite so loud," said Sandy. "Oh, they'll all be down directly," cried Jane. "Weel, I don't know that," said Sandy. "If any folk had been coming, they'd have been here sooner; so I think as no one knows anything about it but we twain, my lassie, why, ye'd better put oot the candle, and lock the door, and then go up to bed."