“He deed like a man,” concluded Jamie; “there 's juist anither consolation—the lassie 's comin' roond fine.”
When the new Free Kirk minister was settled in Drumtochty, Jamie told him the story on the road one day and put him to the test.
“What think ye, sir, becam' o' Posty on the ither side?” and Jamie fixed his eyes on Carmichael.
The minister's face grew still whiter.
“Did ye ever read what shall be done to any man that hurts one of God's bairns?”
“Fine,” answered Jamie, with relish, “a millstane aboot his neck, an' intae the depths o' the sea.”
“Then, it seems to me that it must be well with Posty, who went into the depths and brought a bairn up at the cost of his life,” and Carmichael added softly, “whose angel doth continually behold the face of the Father.”
“Yir hand, sir,” said Jamie, and when the great heresy trial began at Muirtown, Jamie prophesied Carmichael's triumphant acquittal, declaring him a theologian of the first order.