vid Ramsay will
thank you for it."

"I do, heartily," said Ramsay, "and will remember it, Gabriel, at
another time."

"Let the body be lifted into the coffin," said Musgrove.

The order was promptly executed by Harry Winter and the other troopers.
In a few minutes afterwards, the rough boards which had been provided to
close up the box or coffin, were laid in their appropriate places, and
Winter had just begun to hammer the nails into them, when from the
outside of the cabin was heard a wild and piercing scream, that fell so
suddenly upon the ears of those within as to cause the trooper to drop
the hammer from his hand. In one moment more, Mary Musgrove rushed into
the room and fell prostrate upon the floor. She was instantly followed
by Andrew.

"God of heaven!" exclaimed Butler, "here is misery upon misery. This
poor girl's brain is crazed by her misfortune. This is worst of all!"

"Mary, Mary, my child!" ejaculated Musgrove, as he raised his daughter
into his arms. "What madness has come upon you, that you should have
wandered here to-night!"

"How has this happened, Andrew?" said David Ramsay, all speaking in the
same breath.

"When Mary heard," replied Andrew, in answer to his father's question,
"that you had all come to Gabriel Drummond's to bury my brother, she
couldn't rest content; and she prayed so pitifully to come after you,
and see him before they put him in the ground, that I thought it right
to tell her that I would come with her. And if I hadn't, she would have
come by herself; for she had got upon her horse before any of us were
aware."

"I couldn't stay at home, father," said Mary, reviving and speaking in a
firm voice. "I should have died with a broken heart. I couldn't let you
come to put him in the earth without following after you. Where is he? I
heard them nailing the coffin; it must be broken open for me to see
him!"

These words, uttered with a bitter vehemence, were followed by a quick
movement towards the coffin, which was yet unclosed; and the maiden,
with more composure than her previous gestures seemed to render it
possible for her to acquire, paused before the body with a look of
intense sorrow, as the tears fell fast from her eyes.

"It is true--it is too true--he is dead! Oh, John, John!" she exclaimed,
as she stooped down and kissed the cold lips, "I did not dream of this
when we parted last night near the willows. You did not look as you do
now, when I found you asleep un