McNish, above all others, is the brains of this movement, and in that mood there is little hope of reason from him.

I fear it will be a sore fight, with a doubtful issue." "Oh, I don't despair," said Maitland cheerily.

"I have an idea he has a quarrel with me.

He wants to get me.

But we can beat him." The Reverend Murdo waited for a further explanation, but was too much of a gentleman to press the point and kept silent till they reached his door.
"You will not desert us, Mr.Matheson," said Maitland earnestly.
"Desert you?
It is my job.