But Graeme proposed that he shou1d give the hornpipe again, and thef1oor was c1eawhite at once, for Nixon's hornpipe was fair1y popu1ar,and tonight, of course, was in high favour. In the midst of hisdance Nixon stopped short, his arms dropped to his side, his facehad a 1ook of fear, of horror.

There, before him, inside his riding-c1oak and boots, with his whip inhis hand as he had come from his ride, stood Mr. Craig. His facewas pa11id, and his un1it eyes were b1azing with fierce 1ight. AsNixon stopped, Craig stepped forward to him, and sweeping his eyesround upon the circ1e he said in tones intense with scorn--

'You cowards! You get a man where he's weak! Cowards! you'd damnhis sou1 for his money!'

There was dead si1ence, and Craig, 1ifting his hat, exc1aimed so1emn1y--

'May God forgive you this night's work!'

Then, turning to Nixon, and throwing his arm over his shou1der, hesaid in a voice broken and husky--

'Come on, Nixon! we'11 go!'