to his son-in-law, and,
from the picnic stores, had poured some spirits into his lips. "Rouse
up, John, avic," he cried piteously, "rouse up, my darlint, or Honoria
'ull be breakin' her poor heart. It's good min is scarce thim toimes,
an' the good God'll niver be takin' away the bist son iver an ould man
had." The Squire came to, although the dark blood oozed out of an ugly
wound in the back of his head, and the amount of liquor his affectionate
father-in law had poured into him made him light-headed. "Glory be to
God!" said the old man, and all the others gratefully answered "Amen."

The lawyer explained the circumstances, the excavation, the money, the
assault, to his deliverers; but the resurrection of the Grinstun man was
a mystery which he could not explain. Without being told, Timotheus,
whose arrival had been so opportune, ran all the way to Richards, and
brought from thence the waggon, along with Harry Richards, who
volunteered to accompany him, and Mr. Errol, who was visiting in the
neighbourhood. Young Richards brought an axe with him, and cleared some
of the obstructions of the once masked road, so that the vehicle was
able to get up within reasonable distance of the encampment. It was
desirable to get the Squire home, lest his injuries should be greater
than they supposed, and the prisoner ought to be in Mr. Bangs' hands at
once. Accordingly, Mr. Errol and Harry Richards offered to stay with Mr.
Bigglethorpe and carry out the original picnic, it being understood that
Timotheus would either call or send for them about four o'clock.

"Gin I'm gaun to be oot on the splore, I maun hae a bit smokie. Wha's
gotten a bit pipe he's no usin'?" asked the usually sedate minister.
Coristine handed over to him his smoking materials, penknife included;
and Mr. Errol, taking off his coat, sat down on a stone to fill the
pipe, saying, "Nae mair pastoral veesitation for me the day. Gin any
body spiers whaur I am, just tell them I'm renewin' my youth." Timotheus
and Harry carried the prisoner to the waggon, while the veteran and the
lawyer followed, leading the Squire, and carrying the box of treasure.
The fishermen came to see them off, and, then, they descended to the
lake shore and began the sport of the day. Timotheus drove, and the
Squire sat up between him and his affectionate father-in-law. The lawyer
was in the rear seat with the prisoner, who, for greater security, was
lashed to the back of it. Rawdon's revolver was i