Hendry, who had gone to the door, returned now with the information that Mr. Dishart had left the manse two hours ago to pay visits, meaning to come to the prayer-meeting before he returned home.

“There’s a quirk in this, Hendry,” said Tosh.  “Was it Mistress Dishart the laddie saw?”

“No,” Hendry replied.  “It was Jean.  She canna get to the meeting because the mistress is nervous in the manse by herself; and Jean didna like to tell her that he’s missing, for fear o’ alarming her.  What are we to do now?”

“He’s an unfaithful shepherd,” cried the precentor, while Hendry again went out.  “I see it written on the walls.”

“I dinna,” said Spens doggedly.

“Because,” retorted Tammas, “having eyes you see not.”

“Tammas, I aye thocht you was fond o’ Mr. Dishart.”

“If my right eye were to offend me,” answered the precentor.  “I would pluck it out.  I suppose you think, and baith o’ you farmers too, that there’s no necessity for praying for rain the nicht?  You’ll be content, will ye, if Mr. Dishart just drops in to the kirk some day, accidental-like, and offers up a bit prayer?”

“As for the rain,” Spens said, triumphantly, “I wouldna wonder though it’s here afore the minister.  You canna deny, Peter Tosh, that there’s been a smell o’ rain in the air this twa hours back.”

“John,” Peter said agitatedly, “dinna speak so confidently.  I’ve kent it,” he whispered, “since the day turned; but it wants to tak’ us by surprise, lad, and so I’m no letting on.”

“See that you dinna make an idol o’ the rain,” thundered Whamond.  “Your thochts is no wi’ Him, but wi’ the clouds; and, whaur your thochts are, there will your prayers stick also.”

“If you saw my lambs,” Tosh began; and then, ashamed of himself, said, looking upward, “He holds the rain in the hollow of His hand.”

“And He’s closing His neive ticht on’t again,” said the precentor solemnly.  “Hearken to the wind rising!”

“God help me!” cried Tosh, wringing his hands.  “Is it fair, think you,” he said, passionately addressing the sky, “to show your wrath wi’ Mr. Dishart by ruining my neeps?”

“You were richt, Tammas Whamond,” Spens said, growing hard as he listened to the wind, “the sanctuary o’ the Lord has been profaned this nicht by him wha should be the chief pillar o’ the building.”

They were lowering brows that greeted Hendry when he returned to say that Mr. Dishart had been seen last on the hill with the Glen Quharity dominie.

“Some thinks,” said the kirk officer, “that he’s awa hunting for Rob Dow.”

“Nothing’ll excuse him,” replied Spens, “short o’ his having fallen over the quarry.”

Hendry’s was usually a blank face, but it must have looked troubled now, for Tosh was about to say, “Hendry, you’re keeping something back,” when the precentor said it before him.

“Wi’ that story o’ Mr. Dishart’s murder, no many hours auld yet,” the kirk officer replied evasively, “we should be wary o’ trusting gossip.”