“I have duly given my report according to the terms of the remit,” said Allan Welsh, simply and quietly.

“Then,” said the moderator, “I solemnly call you to account as the moderator of this synod of the only true and protesting Kirk of Scotland, for the gravest dereliction of your duty.  I summon you to declare the cause why Ralph Peden, student in divinity, left your house at midnight, and, returning to mine, was for that cause denied bed and board at his father’s house.”

“I deny your right, moderator, to ask that question as an officer of this synod.  If, at the close, you meet me as man to man, and, as a father, ask me the reasons of my conduct, some particulars of which I do not now seek to defend, I shall be prepared to satisfy you.”

“We are not here convened,” said the moderator, “to bandy compliments, but to do justice—­”

“And to love mercy,” interjected John Bairdieson through the keyhole.

“Officer,” said the moderator, “remove that rude interrupter.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” responded the synod officer promptly, and removed the offender as much as six inches.

“You have no more to say?” queried the moderator, bending his brows in threatening fashion.

“I have no more to say,” returned the clerk as firmly.  They were both combative men; and the old spirit of that momentous conflict, in which they had fought so gallantly together, moved them to as great obstinacy now that they were divided.

“Then,” said the moderator, “there’s nothing for’t but another split, and the Lord do so, and more also, to him whose sin brings it about!”

“Amen!” said Allan Welsh.

“You will remember,” said the moderator, addressing the minister of Dullarg directly, “that you hold your office under my pleasure.  There is that against you in the past which would justify me, as moderator of the kirk of the Marrow, in deposing you summarily from the office of the ministry.  This I have in writing under your own hand and confession.”

“And I,” said the clerk, rising with the gleaming light of war in his eye, “have to set it against these things that you are guilty of art and part in the concealment of that which, had you spoken twenty years ago, would have removed from the kirk of the Marrow an unfaithful minister, and given some one worthier than I to report on the fitness of your son for the ministry.  It was you, Gilbert Peden, who made this remit to me, knowing what you know.  I shall accept the deposition which you threaten at your hands, but remember that co-ordinately the power of this assembly lies with me—­you as moderator, having only a casting, not a deliberative vote; and know you, Gilbert Peden, minister and moderator, that I, Allan Welsh, will depose you also from the office of the ministry, and my deposition will stand as good as yours.”

“The Lord preserve us!  In five meenetes there’ll be nae Marrow Kirk” said John Bairdieson, and flung himself against the door; but the moderator had taken the precaution of locking it and placing the key on his desk.