wonder at himself in a stronger wonder at him. He was ashen pale and a tremor shook him as he spoke.
"Lie still and rest thee," he repeated, and he touched his head with an approach to gentleness.
"They thought there was more than me," he said. "And they're not fond of powder and lead. They're better used to knobsticks and vitriol in the dark."
"They meant to murder me," said Murdoch.
"Aye, make sure o' that. They weren't for play. They've had their minds on this for a month or two. If I'd been a minute later——"
He did not finish. A queer spasm of the throat stopped him.
He rose the next instant and struck a match and turned the gas on to full blaze.
"Let's have light," he said. "Theer's a look about th' place I can't stand."
His eyes were blood-shot, his face looked gray and deeply lined and his lips were parched. There was a new haggardness upon him and he was conscious of it and tried to bear it down with his old bravado.
"They'll not come back," he said. "They've had enough for to-night. If they'd known I was alone they'd have made a stand for it. They think they were in luck to get off."
He came back and sat down.
"They laid their plans better than I thought," he added. "They got over me for once, devil take 'em. How art tha now, lad?"
Murdoch made the effort to rise and succeeded, though he was not very strong upon his feet, and sank into a chair feeling a little irritated at his own weakness.
"Giddy," he answered, "and a trifle faint. It's a
