r:

"_The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want._

"_He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside
still waters._

"_He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for
His Name's sake._

"_Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will
fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort
me._"

"Stop there!" said the Scotchman. "That's eno'. It's a' there, Tom;
that's why I'm not afraid now. I'm in the valley of the shadow of
death, but I dinna fear: the Lord is wi' me, and He's gotten hold of my
hand."

"You must go now," said the nurse, coming up, "the doctor says you must
not stay any longer."

"Good-bye," said the Scotchman, with a smile, "it's a' richt; you'll
tell my mither, won't you?"

"Ay, I will," said Tom.

"And--and Tom," said the Scotchman almost eagerly, "although I shall be
dead, I shall be near you, and mebbe---- Ay, but we shall meet in a
better world, Tom. It's a' richt."

As Tom passed through the room where the sick and wounded men lay, he
noticed that they looked towards him longingly, wonderingly. The
atmosphere of the place seemed charged with something sacred. At that
moment Tom knew the meaning of the word Sacrament.

The next day the Scotchman died. The nurse was with him to the very
last, and just before he breathed his last breath he lifted his eyes to
her with a smile.

"It's a' richt, nurse," he said, "what my mither taught me was true
down to the very foundations."

"Ay, it was grand, it was grand!" said Tom Pollard when he heard the
news. "It doesn't seem like death at all, it was just victory,
victory!"

After that Tom did his work with a new light in his eyes. It seemed as
though his visit to the Scotchman had removed the last remaining cloud
which had hung in the sky of his faith.

CHAPTER VIII

"Yes," said Colonel Blount to Major Blundell, "there's treachery
around; we may as well face it."

"A man must be as blind as a bat not to see that," was the Major's
reply, "but where is it?"

"That's the question. But we cannot close our eyes to facts. Time
after time our plans have been discovered, and not only discovered, but
evidently revealed to the enemy. I've talked the matter over with
General Withers, and while he agrees with me that these constant
mishaps are strange, he cannot see where the treachery can come in.
Why, man, he has even guarded himself against his