Crann's notion of discipline, that it could not be
satisfied with the mere riddance of Robert Bruce. Jealous, therefore,
of encroachment on the part of minister or deacons, and opposed by his
friend James Johnstone, he communicated his design to no one; for he
knew that the higher powers, anxious to avoid scandal wherever
possible, would, instead of putting the hypocrite to shame as he
deserved, merely send him a civil letter, requesting him to withdraw
from their communion. After watching for a fit opportunity, he resolved
at length to make his accusation against Robert Bruce in person at an
approaching church-meeting, at which, in consequence of the expected
discussion of the question of the proper frequency of the
administration of the sacrament, a full attendance of members might be
expected.

They met in the chapel, which was partially lighted for the occasion.
The night was brilliant with frosty stars, as Thomas walked to the
rendezvous. He felt the vigour of the season in his yet unsubdued
limbs, but as he watched his breath curling in the frosty air, and then
vanishing in the night, he thought how the world itself would pass away
before the face of Him that sat on the great white throne; and how the
missionars of Glamerton would have nothing to say for themselves on
that day, if they did not purify themselves on this. From the faint
light of the stars he passed into the dull illumination of the tallow
candles, and took his place in silence behind their snuffer, who,
though half-witted, had yet shown intelligence and piety enough for
admission into the community. The church slowly gathered, and at length
Mr Turnbull appeared, supported by his deacons.

After the usual preliminary devotions, in which Robert Bruce "engaged,"
the business of the meeting was solemnly introduced. The only part
which Thomas Crann took in it was to expostulate with the
candle-snuffer, who being violently opposed to the wishes of the
minister, and not daring to speak, kept grumbling in no inaudible voice
at everything that came from that side of the house.

"Hoot, Richard! it's Scriptur', ye ken," said Thomas, soothingly.

"Scriptur' or no Scriptur', we're nae for't," growled Richard aloud,
and rising, gave vent to his excited feelings by snuffing out and
relighting every candle in its turn.

At length the further discussion of the question was postponed to the
next meeting, and the minister was preparing to give out a hymn, when
T