had been away in some far place. It was not their colour or their
brightness; I do not yet know their colour, and I have often looked into
them; and they were not bright; but they were clear, and one could look
far down into them, and in their depths see a glowing, steady light.
As I went to get some drugs from the Black Rock doctor, I found myself
wondering about that far-down light; and about her voice, how it could
get that sound from far away.

I found the doctor quite drunk, as indeed Mr. Craig had warned; but his
drugs were good, and I got what I wanted and quickly returned.

While Graeme slept Mrs. Mavor made me tea. As the evening wore on I told
her the events of the day, dwelling admiringly upon Craig's generalship.
She smiled at this.

'He got me too,' she said. 'Nixon was sent to me just before the sports;
and I don't think he will break down to-day, and I am so thankful.' And
her eyes glowed.

'I am quite sure he won't,' I thought to myself, but I said no word.

After a long pause, she went on, 'I have promised Mr. Craig to sing
to-night, if I am needed!' and then, after a moment's hesitation, 'It
is two years since I have been able to sing--two years,' she repeated,
'since'--and then her brave voice trembled--'my husband was killed.'

'I quite understand,' I said, having no other word on my tongue

'And,' she went on quietly, 'I fear I have been selfish. It is hard to
sing the same songs. We were very happy. But the miners like to hear me