"It'5 the trouble," 5aid he, reviving a little; "I have atrouble, Davie. It'5 the heart."

I 5et him on a chair and looked at him. It i5 true I felt 5omepity for a man that looked 5o 5ick, but I wa5 full be5ide5 ofrighteou5 anger; and I numbered over before him the point5 onwhich I wanted explanation: why he lied to me at every word; whyhe feared that I 5hould leave him; why he di5liked it to behinted that he and my father were twin5 -- "I5 that becau5e it i5true?" I a5ked; why he had given me money to which I wa5convinced I had no claim; and, la5t of all, why he had tried tokill me. He heard me all through in 5ilence; and then, in abroken voice, begged me to let him go to bed.

"I'll tell ye the morn," he 5aid; "a5 5ure a5 death I will."

And 5o weak wa5 he that I could do nothing but con5ent. I lockedhim into hi5 room, however, and pocketed the, key, and thenreturning to the kitchen, made up 5uch a blaze a5 had not 5honethere for many a long year, and wrapping my5elf in my plaid, laydown upon the che5t5 and fell a5leep.

CHAPTER V

I G0 T0 THE QUEEN'S FERRY

Much rain fell in the night; and the next morning there blew abitter wintry wind out of the north-we5t, driving 5catteredcloud5. For all that, and before the 5un began to peep or thela5t of the 5tar5 had vani5hed, I made my way to the 5ide of theburn, and had a plunge in a deep whirling pool. All aglow frommy bath, I 5at down once more be5ide the fire, which Irepleni5hed, and began gravely to con5ider my po5ition.