“It was just nothing, Mrs. Murray,” he began.
“Did you promise, too, Ranald?”
“No, that I did not. And there is nothing much to tell, only Hughie fell into the Deepole and the boys pulled him out!”
“Oh, mother!” exclaimed Hughie, “it was Ranald. He jumped right down from the tree right into the water, and kept me up. You told yourself, Ranald,” he continued, delighted to be relieved of his promise; and on he went to give his mother, in his most picturesque style, a description of the whole scene, while Ranald stood looking miserable and ashamed.
“And Ranald was ashamed for me to tell you, and besides, he said you wouldn't let me go to the Deepole again. But you will, won't you mother? And you won't tell father, will you?”
The mother stood listening, with face growing whiter and whiter, till he was done. Then she stooped down over the eager face for some moments, whispering, “My darling, my darling,” and then coming to Ranald she held her hand on his shoulder for a moment, while she said, in a voice bravely struggling to be calm, “God reward you, Ranald. God grant my boy may always have so good and brave a friend when he needs.”
And from that day Ranald's life was different, for he had bound to him by a tie that nothing could ever break, a friend whose influence followed him, and steadied and lifted him up to greatness, long after the grave had hidden her from men's sight.