Mr.Gray had been up here fretting my lady with some of his new-fangled schemes, and because the young man could not have it all his own way, from what I understand, he was put out, and thought he would go home by the back lane, instead of through the village, where the folks would notice if the parson looked glum.

But, however, it was a mercy, and I don't mind saying so, ay, and meaning it too, though it may be like methodism; for, as Mr.Gray walked by the quarry, he heard a groan, and at first he thought it was a lamb fallen down; and he stood still, and then he heard it again; and then I suppose, he looked down and saw Harry.

So he let himself down by the boughs of the trees to the ledge where Harry lay half-dead, and with his poor thigh broken.

There he had lain ever since the night before: he had been returning to tell the master that he had safely posted the letter, and the first words he said, when they recovered him from the exhausted state he was in, were" (Miss Galindo tried hard not to whimper, as she said it), "'It was in time, sir.

I see'd it put in the bag with my own eyes.'" "But where is he ?" asked I.