It exists only in his mind,--a memory of a former life he knew.

Of course, he does not think so.

That is but natural; for he is no philosopher, nor does he bother--" "Wheest, will ye!" Tommy fiercely whispered.

"Your gabble'll bring it doon aboot oor heads." Life is brief in the Northland, and fulfilment ever clutters the heels of prophecy.

A premonitory tremor sighed down the air, and the rainbow wall swayed above them.