The Highlander, then declaring that he must be no longer away from his post, swept his heap of coins across to swell his opponent's store, and said good-night.

Haward went with him to the great door, and watched him stride off through the darkness whistling "The Battle of Harlaw." That night Haward slept, and the next morning four negroes rowed him up the river to Jamestown.

Mr.Jaquelin was gone to Norfolk upon business, but his beautiful wife and sprightly daughters found Mr.Marmaduke Haward altogether charming.

"'Twas as good as going to court," they said to one another, when the gentleman, after a two hours' visit, bowed himself out of their drawing-room.

The object of their encomiums, going down river in his barge, felt his spirits lighter than they had been for some days.