"He couldna hae done that, for was he no baffled to find Ezra himsel'?"
"Him no find Ezra!" cried Elspeth. "I hae telled you a dozen times he found it as easy as you could yoke a horse."
"The thing can be explained in no other way," said her husband doggedly; "if he was weel and in sound mind."
"Maybe the dominie can clear it up," suggested the post, "him being a scholar."
"Then tell me what happened," I asked.
"Man, hae we no telled you?" Birse said. "I thocht we had."
"It was a terrible scene," said Elspeth, giving her husband a shove. "As I said, Mr. Dishart gave out Ezra eighth. Weel, I turned it up in a jiffy, and syne looked cautiously to see how Eppie McLaren was getting on. Just at that minute I heard a groan frae the pulpit. It didna stop short o' a groan. Ay, you may be sure I looked quick at the minister, and there I saw a sicht that would hae made the grandest gape. His face was as white as a baker's, and he had a sort of fallen against the back o' the pulpit, staring demented-like at his open Bible."
"And I saw him," said Birse, "put up his hand atween him and the Book, as if he thocht it was to jump at him."
"Twice," said Elspeth, "he tried to speak, and twice he let the words fall."
"That," said Waster Lunny, "the whole congregation admits, but I didna see it mysel', for a' this time you may picture me hunting savage-like for Ezra. I thocht the minister was waiting till I found it."