“I see it clear.  Ye are no minister o’ this kirk.  Mr. Welsh is no minister o’ the Dullarg.  I, John Bairdieson, am the only officer of the seenod left; therefore I stand atween the people and you this day, till ye hae gane intil the seenod hall, that we ca’ on ordinary days the vestry, and there, takkin’ till ye the elders that remain, ye be solemnly ordainit ower again and set apairt for the office o’ the meenistry.”

“But I am your minister, and need nothing of the sort!” said Gilbert Peden.  “I command you to let me pass!”

“Command me nae commands!  John Bairdieson kens better nor that.  Ye are naither minister nor ruler; ye are but an elder, like mysel’—­ equal among your equals; an’ ye maun sit amang us this day and help to vote for a teachin’ elder, first among his equals, to be set solemnly apairt.”

The minister, logical to the verge of hardness, could not gainsay the admirable and even-handed justice of John Bairdieson’s position.  More than that, he knew that every man in the congregation of the Marrow Kirk of Bell’s Wynd would inevitably take the same view.

Without another word he went into the session-house, where in due time he sat down and opened the Bible.

He had not to wait long, when there joined him Gavin MacFadzean, the cobbler, from the foot of Leith Walk, and Alexander Taylour, carriage-builder, elders in the kirk of the Marrow; these, forewarned by John Bairdieson, took their places in silence.  To them entered Allan Welsh.  Then, last of all, John Bairdieson came in and took his own place.  The five elders of the Marrow kirk were met for the first time on an equal platform.  John Bairdieson opened with prayer.  Then he stated the case.  The two ex-ministers sat calm and silent, as though listening to a chapter in the Acts of the Apostles.  It was a strange scene of equality, only possible and actual in Scotland.

“But mind ye,” said John Bairdieson, “this was dune hastily, and not of set purpose—­for ministers are but men—­even ministers of the Marrow kirk.  Therefore shall we, as elders of the kirk, in full standing, set apairt two of our number as teaching elders, for the fulfilling of ordinances and the edification of them that believe.  Have you anything to say?  If not, then let us proceed to set apairt and ordain Gilbert Peden and Allan Welsh.”

But before any progress could be made, Allan Welsh rose.  John Bairdieson had been afraid of this.

“The less that’s said, the better,” he said hastily, “an’ it’s gottin’ near kirk-time.  We maun get it a’ by or then.”

“This only I have to say,” said Allan Welsh, “I recognize the justice of my deposition.  I have been a sinful and erring man, and I am not worthy to teach in the pulpit any more.  Also, my life is done.  I shall soon lay it down and depart to the Father whose word I, hopeless and castaway, have yet tried faithfully to preach.”