There had been heavy thunder and lightning all the afternoon, and when the storm ceased I went to my door to watch the clearing off of the clouds, and I heard a dog yelping pitifully on the hill just above the coombe.

I went out to see what was the matter, and there I found an old man lying quite unconscious on the wet grass, looking as if he were dead, and a little dog--you know Charlie ?--guarding him and barking as loudly as it could.

Well, I brought him back to life, and took him home and nursed him--and--that's all.

He told me his name was David--and that he had been 'on the tramp' to Cornwall to find a friend.

You know the rest." "Then he is really quite a stranger to you, Mary ?" said Angus wonderingly.
"Quite.