had therefore handed in his resignation to the Presbytery.

It was a shock to them all, but he adhered to his resolution in spite of
tearful lamentations from the women, wide-eyed amazement and dismay from
the bairns of the congregation, and indignation, loudly expressed, from
Neil Fraser and Stewart Duff, and others of their kind.

"Well," said Miss Quigg, struggling with indignant tears, as she was
passing out of the church, "you won't see Harry Hobbs in this church
again, nor me, either."

"Oh, yes, Miss Quigg, Harry has promised me that he will stick by the
church, and that he will be there every Sunday. And so will you, dear
Miss Quigg. I know you. You will do what is right."

But that little lady, with her head very erect and a red spot burning in
each faded cheek, passed out of the church saying nothing, the plumes on
her jaunty little hat quivering defiance and wrath against "those men,
who had so little spunk as to allow a little beast like Hayes to run
them."



CHAPTER V

THE WAR DRUM CALLS


"Well, dad," said Barry next evening as they were sitting in the garden
after tea, "I feel something like Mohammed's coffin, detached from earth