g people.

"Oh, my God! My God! Oh, my God! My God!" With his hands covering his
eyes the big man is swaying from side to side like a mighty tree before
a tempest. Cameron and Ross both spring to him. On the hillsides men
stand rigid, pale, shaking; women shriek and faint. One ghastly moment
of suspense, and then a horrid sickening thud; one more agonising second
of silence, and then from a score of throats rises a cry:

"It's all right! All right! No one hurt!"

From five hundred throats breaks a weird unearthly mingling of strange
sounds; cheers and cries, shouts and sobs, prayers and oaths. In the
midst of it all Mack sinks to his knees, with hands outstretched to
heaven.

"Great God, I thank Thee! I thank Thee!" he cries brokenly, the tears
streaming down his ghastly face. Then, falling forward upon his hands,
he steadies himself while great sobs come heaving from his mighty chest.
Cameron and Ross, still upholding him, through the crowd a man comes
pushing his way, hurling men and women right and left.

"Back, people! And be still." It is the minister, Alexander Munro. "Be
still! It is a great deliverance that God has wrought! Peace, woman! God
is near! Let us pray."

Instantly all noises are hushed, hats come off, and all up the sloping
hills men and women fall to their knees, or remain standing with heads
bowed, while the minister, upright beside the kneeling man, spreads his
hands towards heaven and prays in a voice steady, strong, thrilling:

"Almighty God, great and wonderful in Thy ways, merciful and gracious
in Thy providence, Thou hast wrought a great deliverance before our eyes
this day. All power is in Thy hands. All forces move at Thy command.
Thine hand it is that guided this dread hammer harmless to its own
place, saving the people from death. It is ever thus, Father, for Thou
art Love. We lift to Thee our hearts' praise. May we walk softly before
Thee this day and alway. Amen!"

"Amen! Amen!" On every hand and up the hillsides rises the fervent
solemn attestation.

"Rise, Mr. Murray!" says the minister in a loud and solemn voice, giving
Mack his hand. "God has been gracious to you this day. See that you do
not forget."

"He has that! He has that!" sobs Mack. "And God forgive me if I ever
forget." And, suddenly pushing from him the many hands stretched out
towards him, he stumbles his way through the crowd, led off by his two
friends towards the tent.

"Hold on there a minute! Let us get