ou more about it later, you must be quiet now.
But I must give you Dr. Berger's message. He had to leave for Halifax,
but he said he wished he could congratulate you on your nerve. I don't
know what you did to get hold of yourself in such a hurry, but you
saved your own life. Now, I've told you enough. You must neither
speak nor be spoken to until I see you again."

He smiled again, radiant with the true scientist's joy over such a
triumph of skill as Roderick's arm presented, and left the room.

And Roderick, who knew so much more about it all than mere science
could ever teach, closed his eyes and lay still, his whole soul raising
to its new-found God one inarticulate note of thanksgiving.

CHAPTER XIV

"FOLLOW THE GLEAM"

It was the first trip of the season and the _Inverness_ was crowded
from stem to stern. The picnic was given by the Sons of Scotland, so
every Presbyterian in the town was there. But there were many more,
for Lawyer Ed had gone out into the highways and byways of other
denominations and nationalities and had compelled Methodists and
Anglicans and Baptists and folk of every creed to come over to the
Island and hear the bagpipes and see Archie Blair toss the caber.

"Your father's got to come, Rod," he said, the evening before the
picnic. "So don't you dare show your nose here without him to-morrow."

But Old Angus laughingly refused his son's pleading. "Tuts, tuts," he
said reprovingly, "it's the foolish boy that Edward is. He is younger
than you, Lad. Indeed I'll not be going, and I think you should jist
stay at home yourself, my son. The night air will be damp and you will
not be jist too strong yet."

Roderick laughed. "Father, you will soon be as bad as Aunt Kirsty. I
do believe she is bitterly disappointed that I didn't remain an invalid
for a year, so that she might coddle me. I wouldn't miss this picnic
for all Algonquin. It will be my first festivity since I was sick, and
I want you to be in it."

The old man looked up into his son's face, his eyes shining. This new
Roderick who had come back to him, maimed and weakened, right from the
very gates of death was even more to him than the old Roderick. Not
that his love had grown, nor his faith, that was impossible. But while
he had always had high hopes that the Lad would one day fulfil all his
fondest dreams, now he saw those dreams being fulfilled right before
his eyes. There was a strong sentinel on the Jeri