and managed now poor John Grange is
down; everything looks perfect. I see you have kept the men up to their
work."

"Done my best, Mr Ellis, of course," said the young man.

"Of course, of course. I told Mrs Mostyn I was sure you would. There,
I must be off. Good-morning."

He started off for the gate, and then turned.

"Oh, by the way, Barnett, poor John Grange is to be sent up to town. I
thought you would like to hear. But don't say a word to him, and--er--
I'm always at home of an evening if you care to step up and have a quiet
pipe with me, and a bit of music before supper. Good-morning."

"The wind's changed," said Dan Barnett, with his face flushed up by the
exultation he felt. "I'm safe two ways. Poor old Jack Grange! Well,
we can't all win."

CHAPTER SIX.

The week, had passed, and Daniel Barnett had been up to the cottage
twice while John Grange lay in the dark. The welcome had been warm
enough from James Ellis; Mrs Ellis had been lukewarm and wary.

"Ah, well, that will come," said the young man to himself on the
previous evening, after he had received his instructions from the
bailiff about the fly to the station, and his duties in taking charge of
John Grange, and going up with him to the little private infirmary where
he was to stay for a few months if necessary. "Poor chap! I'm sorry
for him, but, as I said before, we can't all win."

The day for John Grange's departure had come, and he lay back upon a
little couch fighting hard to bear his misfortune like a man, and think
hopefully of his future. Mrs Mostyn had been to see him four times,
and spoke in the most motherly way as she prophesied a successful issue
to the journey; but only left him more low-spirited as he thought of
Mary and his and her future.

The couch was close to the open window, where he could feel the warm
sunshine, and old Hannah had left him for a short time alone to go and
finish packing his little bag, while Daniel Barnett in his best was
waiting to see James Ellis, when he came from the house, receive his
final instructions, and then have the fly brought to the garden-door for
John Grange.

He had quite half-an-hour to wait before Ellis appeared, and on joining
him held out his hand.

"Good-bye, sir," said Barnett, "but I shall see you at the bothy. I'll
take great care of the poor fellow."

"I meant to congratulate you, Dan Barnett, our new head-gardener," said
Ellis. "Mrs Mostyn confirms your