nd you will see
the money will do you far more good than it would do Sheila."

Ingram began to think that he had tied a millstone round his neck.

CHAPTER XXIII.

IN EXILE.

One evening in the olden time Lavender and Sheila and Ingram and
old Mackenzie were all sitting high up on the rocks near Borvabost,
chatting to each other, and watching the red light pale on the bosom
of the Atlantic as the sun sank behind the edge of the world. Ingram
was smoking a wooden pipe. Lavender sat with Sheila's hand in his. The
old King of Borva was discoursing of the fishing populations round the
western coasts, and of their various ways and habits.

"I wish I could have seen Tarbert," Lavender was saying, "but the Iona
just passes the mouth of the little harbor as she comes up Loch
Fyne. I know two or three men who go there every year to paint the
fishing-life of the place. It is an odd little place, isn't it?"

"Tarbert?" said Mr. Mackenzie--"you wass wanting to know about
Tarbert? Ah, well, it is getting to be a better place now, but a year
or two ago it wass ferry like hell. Oh yes it wass, Sheila, so you
need not say anything. And this wass the way of it, Mr. Lavender, that
the trawling was not made legal then, and the men they were just like
devils, with the swearing and the drinking and the fighting that went
on; and if you went into the harbor in the open day, you would find
them drunk and fighting, and some of them with blood on their faces,
for it wass a ferry wild time. It wass many a one will say that the
Tarbert-men would run down the police-boat some dark night. And what
was the use of catching the trawlers now and again, and taking their
boats and their nets to be sold at Greenock, when they went themselves
over to Greenock to the auction and bought them back? Oh, it was a
great deal of money they made then: I hef heard of a crew of eight men
getting thirty pounds each man in the course of one night, and that
not seldom mirover."

"But why didn't the government put it down?" Lavender asked.

"Well, you see," Mackenzie answered with the air of a man well
acquainted with the difficulties of ruling--"you see that it wass not
quite sure that the trawling did much harm to the fishing. And the
Jackal--that was the government steamer--she was not much good in
getting the better of the Tarbert-men, who are ferry good with their
boats in the rowing, and are ferry cunning whatever. You know, the
buying boats went out to