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One
voice
-
-
it
was
Amos
Ritchie
’
s
-
-
came
out
of
the
back
of
the
kirk
.
"
Where
is
the
minister
?
"
it
asked
.
"
He
is
gone
where
you
will
never
see
him
more
,
"
said
Mark
.
"
A
prophet
came
among
you
and
you
knew
him
not
.
For
the
sake
of
that
witless
thing
that
is
now
going
four
-
foot
among
the
braes
you
have
condemned
the
innocent
blood
.
He
spent
his
strength
for
you
and
you
rejected
him
,
he
yearned
for
you
and
you
repelled
him
,
he
would
have
laid
down
his
life
for
you
and
you
scorned
him
.
He
is
now
beyond
the
reach
of
your
ingratitude
.
"
"
Unless
he
be
dead
,
"
said
Mr
.
Proudfoot
,
"
he
is
not
beyond
the
reach
of
the
law
,
and
if
he
be
dead
he
has
fallen
into
the
hands
of
a
living
and
offended
God
.
"
"
Man
,
man
,
"
said
Mark
gently
,
"
you
and
your
like
have
most
lamentably
confounded
God
and
Devil
.
"
"
And
you
yourself
,
"
cried
the
Moderator
,
struggling
valiantly
to
assert
himself
against
an
atmosphere
which
he
felt
inimical
,
"
are
within
a
span
of
the
gallows
.
"
"
We
are
all
and
at
all
times
within
a
span
of
death
.
.
.
.
To
you
,
reverend
sirs
,
I
have
no
more
to
say
.
You
will
gang
your
own
ways
,
and
some
day
others
will
play
the
tyrant
over
you
and
give
you
your
ain
kail
through
the
reek
.
In
that
day
of
humiliation
you
will
repent
of
what
you
did
in
your
pride
.
.
.
.
To
those
who
have
been
partakers
of
the
iniquity
of
the
Wood
I
wish
no
less
than
the
fate
that
has
overtaken
their
master
.
.
.
.
To
the
poor
folk
of
Woodilee
I
leave
their
minister
’
s
blessing
,
and
may
they
have
whiles
a
kindly
thought
of
one
that
loved
them
.
"
He
turned
at
the
door
.
"
You
will
bide
here
till
you
are
released
.
The
ministers
can
while
away
the
time
excommunicatin
’
me
Guid
day
to
you
a
’
.
"
Amos
Ritchie
and
Reiverslaw
slipped
out
after
him
,
and
the
key
was
turned
in
the
lock
.
Amos
wept
bitterly
,
and
Reiverslaw
’
s
dark
face
was
working
with
suppressed
tears
.
