Plenty o' Callendars hae died before their time, but it has been wi' their faces to their foes and their claymores in their hands.

O Davie, Davie! my lad, my lad! My Davie!" His agony shook him as a great wind shakes the tree-tops, and David stood watching him in a misery still keener and more hopeless.

For a few moments neither spoke.

Then John rose wearily and said, "I'll go with you, David, to the proper place.

Justice must be done--yes, yes, it is just and right." Then he lifted up his eyes, and clasping his hands, cried out, "But, O my heavenly Father, be merciful, be merciful, for love is the fulfilling of the law.