But for a woman we make and we save.

Aye!" "For a woman ?" repeated McTee, wondering.

"Do you mean to say--" "Tut, man, it's my granddaughter.

Look!" Perhaps the whisky had loosened the old man's tongue; perhaps these confidences were merely a tribute to the name and fame of McTee; but whatever was the reason, McTee knew he was hearing things which had never been spoken before.

Now Henshaw produced a leather wallet from which he selected two pictures, and handed one to the Scotchman.