I sent Craig off, for the time had come for the Magic Lantern in the
church, and I knew how critical the moment was in our fight. 'Go,' I
said; 'he is coming to, and we do not need you.'

In a few moments more Graeme revived, and, gazing about, asked, 'What's,
all this about?' and then, recollecting, 'Ah! that brute Keefe'; then
seeing my anxious face he said carelessly, 'Awful bore, ain't it? Sorry
to trouble you, old fellow.'

'You be hanged!' I said shortly; for his old sweet smile was playing
about his lips, and was almost too much for me. 'Mrs. Mavor and I are in
command, and you must keep perfectly still.'

'Mrs. Mavor?' he said, in surprise. She came forward, with a slight
flush on her face.

'I think you know me, Mr. Graeme.'

'I have often seen you, and wished to know you. I am sorry to bring you
this trouble.'

'You must not say so,' she replied, 'but let me do all for you that I
can. And now the doctor says you are to lie still.'

'The doctor? Oh! you mean Connor. He is hardly there yet. You don't know
each other. Permit me to present Mr. Connor, Mrs. Mavor.'

As she bowed slightly, her eyes looked into mine with serious gaze, not
inquiring, yet searching my soul. As I looked into her eyes I forgot
everything about me, and when I recalled myself it seemed as if I