The order was not obeyed, and he who gave it shot him down with his own hand.
"Father, lay not this sin to their charge," said the dying man.
Alexander was at his side in a moment.
"Let me go to my old friend," entreated my father.
"Ye needna be in haste; ye will go to him soon enough," said the leader.
"Rejoice, O my friend, that you have been accounted worthy to suffer for Christ's sake," said my father.
The wounded man turned his eyes towards his wife, who had fallen into her chair. A faint smile mingled with his look of mortal agony as he whispered, "She is going too."
And so it proved. The shock had been too much for her feeble constitution; and though she still breathed, she never recovered consciousness, but passed away at set of sun.
So it indeed happened that Donald and Grisell Ramsay were not divided even in death.