igure on the ground and
then upon the priest. Father Goulet took one step towards him, and,
stretching out his hand and pointing with his finger, said--

'Go!'

And Slavin slowly backed away and went into his house. It was an
extraordinary scene, and it is often with me now: the dark figure on the
ground, the slight erect form of the priest with outstretched arm and
finger, and Slavin backing away, fear and fury struggling in his face.

It was a near thing for the doctor, however, and two minutes more
of that grip would have done for him. As it was, we had the greatest
difficulty in reviving him.

What the priest did with Slavin after getting him inside I know not;
that has always been a mystery to me. But when we were passing the
saloon that night after taking Mrs. Mavor home, we saw a light and
heard strange sounds within. Entering, we found another whisky raid
in progress, Slavin himself being the raider. We stood some moments
watching him knocking in the heads of casks and emptying bottles. I
thought he had gone mad, and approached him cautiously.

'Hello, Slavin!' I called out; 'what does this mean?'

He paused in his strange work, and I saw that his face, though resolute,
was quiet enough.

'It means I'm done wid the business, I am,' he said, in a determined
voice. 'I'll help no more to kill any man, or,' in a lower tone, 'any
man's baby.' The priest's words had struck home.

'Thank God, Slavin!' said Craig, offering his hand; 'you are much too
good a man for the business.'

'Good or bad, I'm done wid it,' he replied, going on with his work.

'You are throwing away good money, Slavin,' I said, as the head of a
cask crashed in.

'It's meself that knows it, for the price of whisky has riz in town
this week,' he answered, giving me a look out of the corner of his eye.
'Bedad! it was a rare clever job,' referring to our Black Rock Hotel
affair.

'But won't you be sorry for this?' asked Craig.

'Beloike I will; an' that's why I'm doin' it before I'm sorry for it,'
he replied, with a delightful bull.

'Look here, Slavin,' said Craig earnestly; 'if I can be of use to you in
any way, count on me.'

'It's good to me the both of yez have been, an' I'll not forget it to
yez,' he replied, with like earnestness.

As we told Mrs. Mavor that night, for Craig thought it too good to
keep, her eyes seemed to grow deeper and the light in them to glow more
intense as she listened to Craig pouring out his tale. Th