'
Geordie hurled out some bitter words.
'Don't be 'ard on 'em, Geordie; they didn't mean no 'arm,' he said, and
his eyes kept waiting till Geordie said hurriedly--
'Na! na! lad--a'll juist leave them till the Almichty.'
Then Mrs. Mavor sang softly, smoothing his hand, 'Just as I am,' and
Billy dozed quietly for half an hour.
When he awoke again his eyes turned to Mr. Craig, and they were troubled
and anxious.
'Oi tried 'ard. Oi wanted to win,' he struggled to say. By this time
Craig was master of himself, and he answered in a clear, distinct
voice--
'Listen, Billy! You made a great fight, and you are going to win
yet. And besides, do you remember the sheep that got lost over the
mountains?'--this parable was Billy's special delight--'He didn't beat
it when He got it, did he? He took it in His arms and carried it home.
And so He will you.'
And Billy, keeping his eyes fastened on Mr. Craig, simply said--
'Will 'E?'
'Sure!' said Craig.
'Will 'E?' he repeated, turning his eyes upon Mrs. Mavor.
'Why, yes, Billy,' she answered cheerily, though the tears were
streaming from her eyes.
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