But not far and I always follow her.
To-day I didn't know." * * * * * The sound like a lost lamb's crying had ceased when they reached her.
The worst was over but she lay on the heather shut in by the little thicket of gorse and broom--white and with heavily closed lids.

She had not wandered far and had plainly crept into the enclosing growth for utter seclusion.

Finding it she had lost hold and been overwhelmed.

That was all.

But as Jock Macaur carried her back to Darreuch, Dowie followed with slow heavy feet and heart.