"Noo, Wullie, wi' me!
Scots wha' hae wi' Wallace bled!
Scots wham Bruce has often led!
Welcome to--!'

Here he is, Wullie!

"'--or to victorie !"

The brave little voice died away. The quest; was over; the lost
sheep found. And the last; James Moore saw of them was the same
small, gallant form, half carrying, half dragging the rescued boy
out of the Valley of the Shadow and away.

David was none the worse for his adventure, for on reaching home
M'Adam produced a. familiar bottle.

"Here's something to warm yer inside, and'" --making a feint at the
strap on the wails--' "here's something to do the same by yer--.-----
But, Wullie, oot again!"

And out they went--unreckoned heroes.

It was but a week later, in the very heart of the bitter time, that
there came a day when, from gray dawn to grayer eve, neither
James Moore nor Owd Bob stirred out into the wintry white. And
the Master's face was hard and set as it always was in time of
trouble.

Outside, the wind screamed down the Dale; while the snow fell