Had he seen how pale and tired was the youth with the gun, he would have offered to carry his bag for him; to offer and to be asked, however, most people find different; and here the offer of payment added to the difficulty. But the word SHILLING had raised the vision of the old woman in her lonely cottage, brooding over the loss, real or imaginary mattered nothing, of her three far-borne peats. What a happy night, through all the wind and the rain, would a silver shilling under her chaff pillow give her! The thought froze the chief's pride, and warmed his heart. What right had he to deny her such a pleasure! It would cost him nothing! It would even bring him a little amusement! The chief of Clanruadh carrying his game-bag for a Sasunnach fellow to earn a shilling! the idea had a touch of humorous consolation in it. I will not assert the consolation strong enough to cast quite out a certain feeling of shame that mingled with his amusement--a shame which--is it not odd!--he would not have felt had his sporan been full of sovereigns. But the shame was not altogether a shameful one; a fanciful fear of degrading the chieftainship, and a vague sense of the thing being an imposition, had each a part in it. There could be nothing dishonest, however, in thus earning a shilling for poor mistress Conal! "I will carry your bag," he said, "but I must have the shilling first, if you please." "Oh!" rejoined Valentine Palmer. "You do not trust me! How then am I to trust you?" "Sir!" exclaimed Alister--and, again finding himself on the point of being foolish, laughed. "I will pay you when the job is done," said Valentine. "That is quite fair, but it does not suit my purpose," returned Alister. They were walking along the road side by side, but each could scarcely see anything of the other. The sportsman was searching his pockets to find a shilling. He succeeded, and, groping, put it in Alister's hand, with the words-- "All right! it is only a shilling! There it is! But it is not yours yet: here is the bag!" Alister took the bag, turned, and ran back. "Hillo!" cried Valentine. But Alister had disappeared, and as soon as he turned up the soft path to the cottage, his steps became inaudible through the wind. He opened the door, went in, laid the shilling on the back of the old woman's hand, and without a word hurried out again, and down to the road. The stranger was some distance ahead, tramping wearily on through the darkness, and grumbling at his folly in bribing a fellow with a shilling to carry off his game-bag. Alister overtook him. "Oh, here you are after all!" exclaimed Valentine. "I thought you had made off with work and wages both! What did you do it for?" "I wanted to give the shilling to an old woman close by." "Your mother--eh?" "No." "Your grandmother?" "No." "SOME relation then!" insisted the stranger. "Doubtless," answered the laird, and Valentine thought him a surly fellow.