d loch, and stream, and voe;
nothing stops him till the sea is reached, and then across it he flies
till he is over the deep water, when down he dives in a mass of flame,
with loud shrieks of mocking laughter, and never again is the poor
miller heard of."

"That's a curious notion, Mr Lawrence," observed Captain Maitland. "I
never heard it before; but do you say the people believe in it?"

"Troth do I; and why should they not?" answered Lawrence, blinking his
eyes. "There are many things which you have seen in your voyages, and
which would seem very strange to our people, if you were to tell of
them. As to the Neogle, I never saw one that I know of, but I should be
very cautious about mounting him if I did."

The evening was now drawing on, the storm which had for some time been
threatening had nearly reached the island; vivid flashes of lightning
darted from the sky, and loud thunder claps rolled almost overhead. A
sharp neigh was heard, and Lawrence Brindister started up.

"Ah, Neogle is aware of what is coming, and has trotted up to ask for
shelter," he observed, going to the window. "You'll let him have a
corner in your stable, captain, I dare say?"

The request was at once complied with, and scarcely was the pony under
shelter than down came the storm, the wind blowing furiously, with
torrents of rain, while the lightning flashed faster and brighter, and
the thunder broke in louder and more crashing peals. The rain kept the
party close prisoners in the house till it was time for them to retire
to bed. All night the storm raged. At an early hour Lawrence
Brindister was on foot, the rain had ceased, but the wind blew as
furiously as ever. Lawrence was seen to put on his boots, then hurrying
to the stable he mounted Neogle, and followed by Surly Grind, he was
trotting off, when Captain Maitland hailed him, and inquired where he
was going.

"To Navie Grind, Captain," was his answer. "I have a fancy for watching
the sea breaking over those cliffs, as it will be doing this morning,
and maybe I shall get a glimpse of the Spanish ship, for she is not so
far off our shores as some of you may think, and as those on board would
pray they might be."

"Heaven forbid that the Spaniard, or any other craft, is near our cliffs
at this time," said Morton. "There are good seamen on board her, and
she must have got a good offing before she met the gale."

"Still, we'll take a stroll across to Navie Grind, and have