Mr.Gurney'll pay the premiums for him and he can have the balance of the money--for I've left him to manage it all, for himself and Louie too--when he's fit to set up for himself .-- You and Hannah'll deal honest wi 'em ?' The question was unexpected, and as he put it with a startling energy the dying man raised himself on his elbow, and looked sharply at his brother.
'D' yo think I'd cheat yo, or your childer, Sandy ?' cried Reuben, flushing and pricked to the heart.
Sandy sank back again, his sudden qualm appeased.

'No,' he said, his thoughts returning painfully to his son.

'I'm feeart he'll not stay wi you.

He's cleverer than I ever was, and I was the cleverest of us all.' The words had in them a whole epic of human fate.

Under the prick of them Reuben found a tongue, not now for his wife, but for himself.
'It's not cliverness as ull help yo now, Sandy, wi your Maaker! and yo feeace t' feeace wi 'un!' he cried.