not tell how, he was turned over, and the heavy squat form of Rawdon fell like an awful nightmare on his chest.  But he would not give in.  He saw his antagonist reach for a weapon, pistol, skull-cracker, he knew not what it was, but that reach released one hand from his throat.  With a tremendous effort, he turned, and lay side to side with his enemy, when Timotheus dashed in, and, bodily picking up the Grinstun man in his arms, hammered his head on the big flat stone, till the breathless lawyer begged him to stop.  Up came Mr. Bigglethorpe and Mr. Terry in great consternation, and gazed with wonder upon the lately active ghost.  “Make him fast,” cried Coristine with difficulty, “while I look after the poor Squire.”  So, Timotheus and the fisher took off Rawdon’s coat and braces, and bound him hand and foot with his own belongings.  But the veteran had already looked 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