s fund that, large as it was, was never quite enough
for all the poor and ambitious youths of Edinburgh. And so, although
provided for in all necessary ways, his pockets were nearly as empty as
of old. He could spare a sixpence if he made his dinner on a potato and
a smoked herring. That he was very willing to do, once he had heard
the tale, and he went with Ailie to the lodgings of other students, and
demanded their siller with no explanation at all.

"Give the lassie what you can spare, man, or I'll have to give you a
licking," was his gay and convincing argument, from door to door, until
the needed amount was made up. Ailie fled recklessly down the stairs,
and cried triumphantly to the upward-looking, silent crowd that had
grown and grown around Tammy, like some host of children crusaders.

While Ailie and Tammy were collecting the price of his ransom Bobby was
exploring the intricately cut-up interior of old St. Giles, sniffing at
the rifts in flimsily plastered partitions that the Lord Provost pointed
out to Mr. Traill. Rats were in those crumbling walls. If there had been
a hole big enough to admit him, the plucky little dog would have gone
in after them. Forbidden to enlarge one, Bobby could only poke his
indignant muzzle into apertures, and brace himself as for a fray. And,
at the very smell of him, there were such squeakings and scamperings in
hidden runways as to be almost beyond a terrier's endurance. The Lord
Provost watched him with an approving eye.

"When these partitions are tak'n down Bobby would be vera useful in
ridding our noble old cathedral of vermin. But that will not be in this
wee Highlander's day nor, I fear, in mine." About the speech of this
Peebles man, who had risen from poverty to distinction, learning,
wealth, and many varieties of usefulness, there was still an engaging
burr. And his manner was so simple that he put the humblest at his ease.

There had been no formality about the meeting at all. Glenormiston was
standing in a rear doorway of the cathedral near the Regent's Tomb,
looking out into the sunny square of Parliament Close, when Mr. Traill
and Bobby appeared. Near seventy, at that time, a backward sweep of
white hair and a downward flow of square-cut, white beard framed a
boldly featured face and left a generous mouth uncovered.

"Gude morning, Mr. Traill. So that is the famous dog that has stood
sentinel for more than eight years. He should be tak'n up to the Castle
and sho