Toward evening Mrs.
Murray rode over to his house, but found that he had not returned from the morning service.
"He will be at his brother's," said Kirsty, "and Ranald will drive over for him." Immediately Ranald hitched up Lisette and drove over to his uncle's, but as he was returning he sent in word to the manse, his face being not yet presentable, that his father was nowhere to be found.

It was Macdonald Bhain that found him at last in the woods, prone upon his face, and in an agony.
"Hugh, man," he cried, "what ails you ?" But there were only low groans for answer.
"Rise up, man, rise up and come away." Then from the prostrate figure he caught the words, "Depart from me! Depart from me! That is the word of the Lord." "That is not the word," said Macdonald Bhain, "for any living man, but for the dead.

But come, rise, man; the neighbors will be here in a meenute." At that Black Hugh rose.
"Let me away," he said.

"Let me not see them.

I am a lost man." And so his brother brought him home, shaken in spirit and exhausted in body with his long fast and his overpowering emotion.