"'Have some more, man, have some more. 'Twill keep the heart in
you in the teeth of that wind. Help yourself. There's plenty
more where that came from.'

"Neil didn't want MUCH persuasion. He took some more, and said
slyly,

"'Is it going over the bay the night that yourself will be
doing?'

"Donald shook his head.

"'I had thought of it,' he owned, 'but it looks a wee like a
storm, and my sleigh is at the blacksmith's to be shod. If I
went it must be on Black Dan's back, and he likes a canter over
the ice in a snow-storm as little as I. His own fireside is the
best place for a man to-night, Campbell. Have another taste,
man, have another taste.'

"Neil went on 'tasting,' and that sly Donald sat there with a
sober face, but laughing eyes, and coaxed him on. At last Neil's
head fell forward on his breast, and he was sound asleep. Donald
got up, put on his overcoat and cap, and went to the door.

"'May your sleep be long and sweet, man,' he said, laughing
softly, 'and as for the waking, 'twill be betwixt you and me.'

"With that he untied Neil's horse, climbed into Neil's sleigh,
and tucked Neil's buffalo robe about him.