"I have been looking for him everywhere." "There, at the window, outside." Even in the dim light of the lanterns and candles hung here and there upon the walls and stuck on the window sills, Smith's face, pale, stern, sad, shone like a specter out of the darkness behind.
"What's the matter with the man ?" cried Mandy.

"I must find out." Suddenly the reel came to an end and Cameron, taking the pipes from young Macgregor, cried, "Now, Moira, we will give them our way of it," and, tuning the pipes anew, he played over once and again their own Glen March, known only to the piper of the Cuagh Oir.

Then with cunning skill making atmosphere, he dropped into a wild and weird lament, Moira standing the while like one seeing a vision.

With a swift change the pipes shrilled into the true Highland version of the ancient reel, enriched with grace notes and variations all his own.

For a few moments the girl stood as if unwilling to yield herself to the invitation of the pipes.