on the couch. "He certain sure did you a good turn."

Rodney's look showed that he wondered just what his friend meant. He
was not aware that Angus knew the man.

Seeing that Rodney seemed puzzled, Angus said: "Why, that time he
euchred old Denham. You told me then ye didn't know him."

"What do you mean? This the man who paid off the mortgage? Oh! if I
had known that!"

It all came to Rodney Allison, as light comes to one who has been
blind, and is made to see. This man, instead of a knave, had been his
friend! He had won the money in gambling that it might be used for a
right purpose. He had so used it, and taken from his own purse as
well. The sense of having done an injustice is very bitter when the
injured has passed beyond one's power to atone!

When everything had been done that might be, and Allison and McGregor
were walking away, the latter said: "I've found a feller as is lookin'
fer a good horse. He saw Nat when you rode in this mornin' an' he
asked no end o' questions, whar ye lived, how ter git thar an' said he
was thinkin' o' buyin'. I 'lowed as how 'twould take a tote o' money
ter buy. Thar goes the identical minion o' King George, now."

Rodney looked in the direction indicated. "That knave!" he exclaimed.
"I'd never sell Nat to him if I needed the money to buy bread."

"Don't like his looks, eh? Yer powerful fussy. He ain't the best
lookin' feller I ever did see, but I reckon his money's good."

The other made no reply. He could not explain his antipathy to
Mogridge, for it was he whom Angus had pointed out. So he's here,
thought Rodney, wondering what he could want with a horse.

Allison was not an unduly inquisitive youth, but it may readily be
imagined his pulse quickened when he sat down with his mother to open
the package which had been given him by the "Chevalier." It almost
seemed that the man had known he was about to die, though his manner
had been so cheerful.

Ah! Here was money--the package had seemed heavy--nearly fifty pounds
in all; and here was his gold watch and seal ring and a letter. He
quickly opened the letter and read with wonderment in his eyes, and
then tears.

"MY DEAR RODNEY:--The man, whose life your father once saved at risk
of his own, and whom you again saved from the bullet of a savage,
wishes to express his sense of obligations. Please accept the contents
of this packet as such an expression, for the obligations themselves
cannot be repaid; also what I have