"'Go home,' I said, 'Howe; it's death for ye to be oot in this sleet and cold. Why not leave me to lie in the bed I hae made?'
"He took me by the arm into a passage. I see the gaslicht on his white face, and the shining o' his eyes.
"'Because I have a mother…'
"Dominie, he pulled me oot o' hell."
"Me tae, Andra, but no your hell. Ye mind the Roman Triumph, when a general cam' hame wi' his spoils. Laddie, we're the captives that go with his chariot up the Capitol."
Donald Menzies was a man of moods, and the Doctor's prayer had loosed his imagination so that he saw visions.
"Look," said he, as we stood on a ridge, "I hef seen it before in the book of Joshua."
Below the bearers had crossed a burn on foot, and were ascending the slope where an open space of deep green was fringed with purple heather.
"The ark hass gone over Jordan, and George will have come into the
Land of Promise."
The September sunshine glinted on the white silk George won with his blood, and fell like a benediction on the two figures that climbed the hard ascent close after the man they loved.