"I reckon if leetle Margery were livin',
she 'd feel in the verra same way gin
anny misfortune happed to me," he told
himself.

"Aw, weel, lassie!" Thus he spoke
aloud. " Since ye're set on gaeing on a
wee bit further, we'll gang; but dinna
get yer hopes stickit on finding onything!"

"Andrew--Andrew, himself, has found
something! Look--look at him!"

It was barely twenty minutes later that
the wildly startled cry burst from Una
as the trio struggled on--on down the
fitful path, between the rocky jaws of
the Man Killer, where beetling crags
loomed, fang-like, on either side of them
and, here and there some swollen rill
made of a green moss-bank a slimy mud-bed.

"He--he 's hearing things, if he isn't
seeing them. Oh, look! ... Look at
him!"

Una's hand was at her jumping heart
-pressing hard as if to hold it in her
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