When hope was growing dim, after an hour and a half of vain endeavour, a scream of utter discordance heralded the resurrection of the lady of harmony.

Taught by his experience of his wild mother's habits to guess at those of douce Mrs.Falconer, Shargar had found the instrument in her bed at the foot, between the feathers and the mattress.

For one happy moment Shargar was the benefactor, and Robert the grateful recipient of favour.

Nor, I do believe, was this thread of the still thickening cable that bound them ever forgotten: broken it could not be.
Robert drew the recovered treasure from its concealment, opened the case with trembling eagerness, and was stooping, with one hand on the neck of the violin, and the other on the bow, to lift them from it, when Shargar stopped him.
His success had given him such dignity, that for once he dared to act from himself.
'Betty 'll hear ye,' he said.
'What care I for Betty?
She daurna tell.

I ken hoo to manage her.' 'But wadna 't be better 'at she didna ken ?' 'She's sure to fin' oot whan she mak's the bed.