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"
Amos
Ritchie
,
maybe
.
"
"
That
gives
us
three
-
-
four
with
yourself
-
-
and
four
resolved
men
can
do
wonders
.
Others
will
fall
in
once
the
drum
is
beaten
.
Rouse
yourself
,
David
,
and
be
as
eager
to
save
bodies
as
you
ever
were
to
save
souls
.
And
do
not
forget
to
pray
for
a
change
in
this
lamentable
weather
.
A
ringing
frost
would
do
more
to
stay
the
pest
than
all
the
leeches
in
Scotland
.
.
.
.
"
She
departed
as
suddenly
as
she
had
come
.
"
I
dare
not
come
by
day
,
"
she
told
him
,
"
for
if
Woodilee
heard
of
a
stranger
its
panic
would
be
worse
.
We
have
to
do
with
terrified
bairns
.
But
I
will
be
here
at
the
same
hour
to
-
morrow
night
,
and
by
that
time
you
must
have
gathered
your
helpers
.
"
David
did
not
return
from
his
visitations
till
the
small
hours
,
but
he
brought
back
the
first
piece
of
good
news
.
One
of
the
hinds
at
the
Mains
,
after
lying
for
two
days
in
delirium
,
was
now
quit
of
the
fever
and
in
a
wholesome
sweat
-
-
sleeping
,
too
,
a
natural
sleep
.
It
was
the
first
case
of
a
possible
recovery
,
and
he
was
aware
how
much
a
single
life
saved
would
do
to
quiet
the
broken
nerves
of
the
parish
.
Also
Katrine
’
s
advent
had
lifted
him
out
of
the
slough
of
despond
in
which
he
had
been
sunk
for
weeks
.
She
had
spurred
him
to
action
,
and
shown
him
a
duty
which
he
had
been
too
blind
to
see
.
He
fiercely
repressed
the
anxiety
with
which
the
mere
thought
of
her
presence
in
that
tainted
place
filled
him
.
He
dare
not
forbid
the
exercise
of
courage
in
another
-
-
even
in
one
who
was
dearer
to
him
than
life
.
Next
morning
he
went
to
Reiverslaw
,
but
got
no
comfort
.
Andrew
Shillinglaw
met
him
out
of
doors
,
and
made
it
very
clear
that
he
had
no
desire
to
come
too
near
him
.
The
conversation
was
conducted
at
a
distance
of
a
dozen
yards
.
"
Na
,
na
,
"
he
cried
.
"
I
’
m
off
this
verra
day
to
Moffat
,
and
I
’
ll
no
set
foot
in
Woodilee
till
the
pest
has
gane
.
Ye
ask
ower
muckle
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
It
’
s
maybe
your
duty
to
gang
among
them
-
-
though
ye
ken
as
weel
as
me
that
the
haill
parochine
is
no
worth
the
life
o
’
a
tinkler
’
s
messan
-
-
but
it
’
s
no
duty
o
’
Andra
Shillinglaw
’
s
.
I
never
could
abide
the
reek
o
’
the
folk
,
and
they
have
doubtless
gotten
what
they
deserved
.
"
"
Ay
,
I
’
m
feared
,
"
he
admitted
in
answer
to
David
’
s
appeals
.
"
Ilka
body
has
something
that
puts
the
grue
on
him
,
and
with
me
it
’
s
aye
been
the
pest
.
I
’
ll
face
steel
and
pouther
,
angry
men
and
angry
beasts
,
but
I
’
ll
no
face
what
gars
a
man
dee
like
a
ratton
in
a
hole
.
And
what
for
should
I
face
it
for
folk
that
are
no
a
drap
bluid
’
s
kin
to
me
?
"
The
man
spoke
loudly
and
violently
,
as
if
a
little
ashamed
of
himself
,
and
went
into
the
house
,
where
David
could
hear
the
bar
falling
.
