Then he lifted up his eyes, and clasping his hands, cried out,
"But, O my heavenly Father, be merciful, be merciful, for love is the fulfilling of the law. Come, David, we hae delayed o'er long."
"Where are you going, uncle?"
"You ken where weel enough."
"Dear uncle, be merciful. At least let us go see Dr. Morrison first. Whatever he says I will do."
"I'll do that; I'll be glad to do that; maybe he'll find me a road out o' this sair, sair strait. God help us all, for vain is the help o' man."
CHAPTER VII.
When they entered Dr. Morrison's house the doctor entered with them. He was wet through, and his swarthy face was in a glow of excitement. A stranger was with him, and this stranger he hastily took into a room behind the parlor, and then he came back to his visitors.