gh I had done him some personal injury, "when
there's sorrow by him, ye'd have me keeping the chimney-lug, wi' a
glass and a story-book, mayhap, and him needing friends as he sits wi'
that deevil Pitcairn glowerin' at him. Nay! Nay!" he continued, "Huey
MacGrath's not like that! I'll be there!" he cried, his conceit and
loyalty carrying a singular comfort to me. "I'll be there, early and
late, and they'll see they have me to contend wi'!"

"Ye can't stay in the court. You'll be sequestered until after you've
testified. Ye know the law for that, Huey."

"They'll sequester me none"; he returned, grimly; "and if Dunsappie the
macer tries it I'll have him read out of the church, for I know of him
that which makes me able to do it!"

"There's Mr. Pitcairn, who knows ye well," said I.

"I'm not counting to see him," he returned with a squinting of his eye.
"I'll stay where he is nae looking; but I'll get a glyff of the laddie
himsel', and he'll know I'm there, and will feel better for it, though
I'm only an old serving man!"

"I'm sure he will, Huey," I said, touched to the heart; "I'm sure he
will; and I'll tell him of your coming if he misses a sight of you," I
added, as I saw the poor fellow's face working with sorrow and anxiety;
but his spirit and loyalty undaunted by all the courts of judiciary
that ever sat.

We were preparing to be off together when Nancy came down to us, pale
and heavy-eyed.

"Jock," said she, "if Mr. Magendie had the word he hoped for from
Father Michel, it would be wise for him to have as many Romanists in
the jury as he can get. They have reason to know the priest's
goodness." And then: "Jock, darling!" she cried, throwing her arms
around my neck and weeping as though her heart would break, "there's a
trial coming between us; and ye'll see me misjudged by the world, and
by Sandy as well, who has been like an own father to me! And by
him!--him, too! You'll all be ashamed of me; but when I'm called,
mayhap to-morrow or the next day," and the little hands fastened
themselves around my bare throat, "don't distrust me. Beloved, don't
distrust me! Don't believe I'm bad, or wanting in loyalty to the dear
ones of my life. Don't believe it, though ye hear me say it myself. I
can abide all that's come to me, but to have something between us!" and
she buried her face in my bosom, moaning like a hurt child.

"Nancy," said I, for the sight of any suffering of hers made me like a
crazy man, "you've he