There's no a man of them dare cheep at what I tell them." "My work is done," I said.

"I go to whence I came.

And some day I shall go to Cramond and tell Alison that John Gib is no disgrace to his kin." "Would you put up a prayer ?" he said timidly.

"I would be the better of one." Then for the first and last time in my life I spoke aloud to my Maker in another's presence, and it was surely the strangest petition ever offered.
"Lord," I prayed, "Thou seest Thy creature, John Gib, who by the perverseness of his heart has come to the edge of grievous sin.

Take the cloud from his spirit, arrange his disordered wits, and lead him to a wiser life.