t you are married, and where you live,
which I learned by accident, and I instantly thought that your house, if
you would take me in, would be a safer refuge than either Brocklebank or
Abbotscliff. Now tell me some thing in turn. Are my father and Flora
well?"

"Yes, for anything I know."

"And all at Brocklebank?"

"Quite."

"And the Keiths? Has Annas bagged her pheasant?"

"What do you mean, Angus?"

"Why, is she Mrs Raymond? I saw all that. I suppose Duncan got away
without any difficulty?"

"Annas is Mr Raymond's wife," I said. "But, Angus, I cannot think how
it is, but--I am afraid you do not understand."

"Understand what?"

"Is it possible you do not know what price was paid for your ransom?"

Angus rose hastily, and laid his hand on my arm.

"Speak out, Cary! What do I not know?"

"Angus, Colonel Keith bought your life with his own."

In all my life I never saw a man's face change as the face of Angus
Drummond changed then. It was plainly to be read there that he had
never for a moment understood at what cost he had been purchased. A low
moan of intense sorrow broke from him, and he hid his face upon the
table.

"I think he paid the price very willingly, Angus," I said, softly. "And
he sent Annas a last message for you--he bade you, to the utmost of what
your opportunities might be, to be to God and man what he hoped to have
been."

"O Duncan, Duncan!" came in anguish from the white lips. "And I never
knew--I never thought--"

Ah, it was so like Angus, "never to think."

He lifted his head at last, with the light of a settled purpose shining
in his eyes.

"To man I can never be what he would have been. I am a proscribed
fugitive. You harbour me at a risk even now. But to God! Cary, I have
been a rebel: but I never was a deserter from that service. God helping
me, I will enlist now. If my worthless life have cost the most precious
life in Scotland, it shall not have been given in vain."

"There was Another who gave His life for you, Angus," I could not help
saying.

"Ay, I have been bought twice over," was the trembling answer. "God
help me to live worthy of the cost!"

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We all keep the name of Duncan Keith in our inmost hearts--unspoken, but
very dear. But I think it is dearest of all in a little house in the
outskirts of Amsterdam, where, now that my Uncle Drummond has been
called to his re