'Now that's too bad of you. That is all I want, honour bright,' he
replied; adding, as he turned away, 'you are just in time for a cup of
coffee, Mr. Graeme. Now I must see Mrs. Mavor.'

'Who is Mrs. Mavor?' I demanded of Graeme.

'Mrs. Mavor? The miners' guardian angel.'

We put up the horses and set off for coffee. As we approached the
booth Graeme caught sight of the Punch and Judy show, stood still in
amazement, and exclaimed, 'Can the dead live?'

'Punch and Judy never die,' I replied solemnly.

'But the old manipulator is dead enough, poor old beggar!'

'But he left his mantle, as you see.'

He looked at me a moment

'What! do you mean, you--?'

'Yes, that is exactly what I do mean.'

'He is great man, that Craig fellow--a truly great man.'

And then he leaned up against a tree and laughed till the tears came.
'I say, old boy, don't mind me,' he gasped, 'but do you remember the old
'Varsity show?'