countenance of spirit and daring with something subtle rubbed in.
Head, shoulders, a supple figure, not so tall nor so largely made as
was Glenfernie's heir, all came upon the purple hilltop.




CHAPTER IV


Alexander raised himself from his couch in the heather.

"Good day!" said the new-comer.

"Good day!"

The youth stood beside him. "I am Ian Rullock."

"I am Alexander Jardine."

"Of Glenfernie?"

"Aye, you've got it."

"Then we're the neighbors that are to be friends."

"If we are to be we are to be.... I want a friend.... I don't know if
you're the one that is to answer."

The other dropped beside him upon the heath. "I saw you walking along