On the Friday afternoon, we made what we considered would be our last trip.
Dour, stubborn, old man! It looked as if he were about to beat us after all, for we could not afford to injure his health, no matter what the reason for it. As it was, we had broken the law of the land and we were liable to punishment at the hands of the law.
The Rev. William Auld, suffering far more than the prisoner could have suffered during that trying time, knocked at the solid door once more.
"Andrew! Andrew!" he cried, "for God's sake, be a man."
He had the key to the door in his hand, ready to open it.
Suddenly, a broken voice came in answer:
"Bring me Marget! Bring me Marget!"
"Do you wish to speak to her, Andrew?"
"Bring me Marget, won't you," came again the wavering voice.
I brought the dear old woman from her kitchen. She was trembling with anxiety and suspense.