"Only ten at the Bible meeting to-night.

Borhaze wants waking up.

We'll see what open-air services can do." What the moor thought about Mr.Lasher it is impossible to know! Hugh Seymour thought about the moor continually, but he was afraid to mention his ideas of it in public.

There was a legend in the village that several hundred years ago some pirates, driven by storm into Borhaze, found their way on to the moor and, caught by the mist, perished there; they are to be seen, says the village, in powdered wigs, red coats, gold lace, and swords, haunting the sand-dunes.

God help the poor soul who may fall into their hands! This was a very pleasant story, and Hugh Seymour's thoughts often crept around and about it.