the ship’s wors,’ and they say he fand the dog on the floor and that he put it ower-board.  Now, there’s a born convict for ye!  An’ they tell me, him and his women gat the ship safely into port, and the folk shooted, ‘Bravo, Jimmy Stone!’ They said he was a hard swearer, but a brave, clever fellow, and aa said when aa hard it, ‘Whaat aboot the dog?’ The ship was selled, and Jimmy gat summit—­whaat de they caal it—­salvage, aa think.  They say he’s worth lots o’ money.”

“But whaat did they say aboot the dog?” said Tom.

“Wey, the captain said the dog was left as a safeguard against bein’ boarded and claimed as a derelict; but Jimmy swore that the dog wasn’t there when he gat aboard, and neebody saa what becam’ on’t, and so the matter rests.  They often say te him, ‘Whe tossed the dog ower board?’ and aa believe he’s nearly mordered half a dozen big men for sayin’ sic things.”

“Eh, man,” said Tom pensively, “what a grand Christian gentleman he’ll make!”

Shortly after Jimmy’s release from the Old Tower, his youngest child succumbed to the ravages of a malignant fever.  He and his wife were distracted, as, in spite of their pagan instincts and habits, their devotion to their offspring was a passion.  They remembered Mr. Turnbull appealing to them to flee from the wrath to come by amending their ways, lest something terrible befell themselves or their children, and instead of the recollection of this warning kindling strong demonstrations of resentment against the lay preacher now, Jenny implored her husband to run over the moor and get Mr. Turnbull to come and administer comfort to them.

“He’ll give us the sacrament, and pray for us at the bedside were the deed bairn lies.”

Jimmy was dazed at the suggestion.  He could not quite bring himself to give up the idea of some day renewing his former habits of aiding the smugglers, and of doing a bit of poaching.  He was quite frank in stating to his wife that he feared if Turnbull came and prayed with them he would get him to join the chapel folk, and there would be no more poaching or smuggling after that.

“And see what a loss it wad be tiv us.  But,” said he, “to tell the truth, aa hev been for prayin’ mesel ever since the bairn tuck bad, but then aa thowt it was cowardly to ask help when aa was in difficulties and nivvor at ony other time.  So I didn’t dee ’t.”

Jenny interjected that at the risk of being led to join the Methodists, and throwing over all thought of joining in any more lawlessness, he must go to the village and ask Mr. Turnbull to come.

“I feel somethin’ forcin’ me to this, Jimmy; so get away and be quick back.”

And as James felt the same throbbing impulse, off he went, and within an hour presented his petition to Mr. Turnbull, who received him in his usual kind way, which caused the redoubtable ruffian to melt into tears, and volubly to confess all his murderous intentions towards the man he now believed to be the only agency on earth that could give him comfort.