The time was too great for words, and these men knew when it was good to hold their peace.

At length Macdonald Bhain broke the silence, saying in his great deep voice, as he bared his head: "Mr.Cameron, I have brought you back your son, and God is my witness, I would his place were mine this night." "Bring him in, Mr.Macdonald," replied the father, gravely and steadily.
"Bring him in.

It is the Lord; let Him do what seemeth Him good." Then six of the Macdonald men came forward from the darkness, Curly and Yankee leading the way, and lifted the coffin from Farquhar's wagon, and reverently, with heads uncovered, they followed the torches to the door.
There they stopped suddenly, for as they reached the threshold, there arose a low, long, heart-smiting cry from within.

At the sound of that cry Ranald staggered as if struck by a blow, and let his torch fall to the ground.

The bearers waited, looking at each other in fear.
"Whisht, Janet, woman!" said Long John, gravely.